If you like sports and want to hear me write something that isn't about music, I have a new blog that you can follow along with/bookmark/look at when you're bored or high here.
Simply put, it's one man's opinion on today's biggest sports headlines without chewing the fat. No holds barred, no censors, blah blah blah. It's fucking fun to read, okay? And it won't be all about Seattle sports either. I'll pretty much rant about everything, whenever I want.
Sound cool? Please, read along and join in on the fun. If it sounds lame and you'd much rather pluck the hairs off your ass all day... go ahead and do that. I'm just going to keep doing other stuff.
I love Barney Stinson, for real ... but I had to change the avatar in honor of one of my top five favorite MLB players to ever play the game. Ken Griffey Jr. not only changed the face of Seattle Mariners baseball, but he attributed to some of the best moments in baseball period.
I still own my Super Nintendo games, still have my autpgraphs in the closet (I actually met him at spring training in 1996) and even though his return to Seattle might not be productive, it feels good to know he will most likely retire with #24 on his back. The first Mariner in the Hall? Think so.
Obviously the nostalgia will wear thin once he's hitting below .250 and barely getting hits (he is 39, ya know), but his presence in the clubhouse as a veteran who has been with Seattle through it's best & worst, had a rough post-90's career and had to watch some of his opponents from his prime years go down for steroid abuse will be the kick in the pants the M's need. All the bullshit coming out over the weekend is proof that what Seattle needs now is leadership, a real icon to walk in there and tell these guys, "You ain't seen nothin' man. I've been through it all."
I'm honored he came back, and be a cynic all you want, but at the end of the day... this was a good move. It's all we had left -- and it puts a bit of sunshine into a very dim week of baseball news.
With such a rough go on our economy this week, I can't help but continue to think about everything but that.
Don't get me wrong - I still have a passionate angst for the McCain/Palin bandwagon, I am just focusing more on sports right now. I suppose the story about Oklahoma City selling out tickets to the team they stole from us gets at me ... as does a 4-game sweep by the Kansas City Royals over my beloved (but admittedly awful) Mariners - a feat the Royals have not accomplished (a sweep over us) in 19 years.
Seeing that it's football season, I'm quite concerned for Sunday afternoon's Seahawks/Rams game - a game that I should be going to, mind you - simply because I am in utter disbelief over what treacherous misfortunes my teams are having (I am a UDub Husky fan, as well). Now let's be honest here: the Rams are terrible. They have no one to keep that team afloat, and on both sides of the game, they just don't have any stability.
Now, the Seahawks on the other hand, have one of the league's best defensive squads - despite what the past two games might tell you - and the recent signing of Koren Robinson (a former Hawk) is crucial to our passing game. Surely Hasselbeck won't be on his A-game still (likely, he'll only complete 50-60% of his passing attempts), but if we can just have options and not have them get fucking injured ... that would be all we need.
It's never fun to have all your teams stink. Year after year, I have to deal with disappointment in my sports franchises. When the Hawks were the NFL's whipping post, I had the Sonics and M's to pick up the pace. In recent years, it was turned around - however, with only one fall option this year (seeing that the Huskies are nowhere near ready to compete with their Pac-10 rivals), I can't rest easy until I am certain the Hawks will be ready for takeoff.
I suppose, if necessary, I could turn to the Storm ... if all else fails.