Sports is not always glorious

This weekend marks the 17th anniversary of the most disappointing sports moment I ever witnessed. The days of the week line up this year too. It was Sunday, November 4, 2001, that the Arizona Diamondbacks completed their seven-game series win over the three-time defending champion New York Yankees. Following September 11 everyone was rooting for New York, but despite the many heroics in that series, the final result was not meant to be.

It would be eight more years until they won another championship.

And they haven’t won another since.

Halloween!

Many people I know consider Halloween their favorite holiday, and their favorite day of the year.

Personally I respect the original intent of Halloween, as the eve of that most hallowed of days…

Discount candy day!

Fall Classic

Game One of baseball’s World Series last night turned up pretty much everything I would have expected, for better or worse. The Red Sox won, 12 pitchers were used, and the game ended after midnight.

Basically this is 2013 all over again. My only question going in was, “Who’s going to be the Ortiz this year?”

Would you have guessed Eduardo Nunez?

Yeah, that guy. Former Yankee hitting the first World Series pinch-hit home run since a certain Mr. Matsui in 2009. Broke the game open.

Guess those reports about his being unable to play were a bit off.

Said that about Gibson for Game One in ’88 as well.

Rivalry game lived up to its billing

Loudoun County sunk down a few inches about 7:30 last night, as jubilant, then disillusioned, then ultimately jubilant Redskins fans jumped about their living rooms.

I’ll admit, I was one of them.

Thank God for silly penalties. That potential game-tying field goal (which, let’s face it, would have meant certain defeat in OT) went from a 47-yard attempt to a 52-yard attempt, and yeah, it seemed to make all the difference. I’m no mathematician (wait, yes I am!), but I know that 52 is more than 47. And a kick that sails through at 47 yards hooks off the goalpost when it reaches 52.

Oh that was sweet.

Buy your stamps now!

My friends at the post office are at it again. In the face of declining sales and decreased revenue, the USPS is raising the price of a first-class stamp from 50 cents to 55.

Yup, that’s what you want to do when people aren’t buying your product: raise the price. That’ll make ’em want to buy more of it.

Of course, most other products don’t have a legal monopoly on their enterprise.

 

Back on it

Pardon my not posting on Monday. I was just too busy celebrating the Redskins’ win over Carolina the previous afternoon. Didn’t expect that one but I’ll take it.

And speaking of things I did not expect, I did not expect Notre Dame’s win Saturday against Pittsburgh to be so nerve-racking. Nevertheless, a win is a win.

Don’t look now, but the Redskins are in first place and Notre Dame’s 7-0.

Here we go again.

New CD is here

Because a little self-promotion never hurt anyone…

Let the record show my new CD, Jazz Impressions of a Boy Named Franklin, is now available for purchase via the interweb. Head here.

You can also buy tracks on Amazon or hear them, of course, on Spotify.

Jazz Impressions of a Boy Named Franklin is a six-track EP recorded in June at Lady of Noise Studios in Frederick, Maryland. Original compositions inspired by a certain toddler I know.

Nats due for a championship?

The folks at The Washington Post have jumped on an idea of mine from two and a half years ago: greatest teams never to win a championship. (See here.) Chris Rukan considers the Nationals of the past seven years versus other teams over such a period. That piece is here, limited to baseball and going back only to 1969, the first year of the League Championship Series.

Rukan identifies seven teams with better overall records than the Nats who didn’t win championships. The Nats, however, are the only team with the sad distinction of never winning even one playoff series.

Ouch.