It’s the weekend, and while I should be in a good frame of mind, I’m not. There’s a lot of things putting me in a sour mood this morning — none of them life-threatening or earth-shattering — but just a lot of things that are aggravating me, and in most of these cases, only me.
But that’s one of the reasons why I have this outlet — to vent — and you’d be sadly mistaken if you thought I wasn’t going to do exactly that.
— There are plenty of times I hate fantasy sports. Today would be one of those days. It’s been said that no one wants to hear a person complain about their fantasy teams, and I can’t disagree with that — so if you’re one of those people, then by all means, feel free to skip to the next blurb below. Or, you can attempt to enjoy my misery.
All year long, no matter what fantasy sport I played in, I’ve been killed by injuries. My baseball season imploded under a record number of DL trips by players I owned, a total greater than any franchise had suffered over a nearly twenty year history of my league — a total that outpaced the second-worst total by almost double! (And yet, I still finished in the money anyway — go figure).
Several of my football teams have been also hampered by bad luck with injures — I’m looking right at you, Pierre Thomas. It’s gotten to the point where whenever I see someone get hit, I assume the worst and get really happy when my guy actually is able to come back on the field and contribute (if you watched the Eagles-Texans game last night and are saying to yourself, “I wonder if he owns Andre Johnson”, then give yourself a prize).
But today takes the cake. After a terrible start for my one fantasy basketball team that matters, fueled by a cornucopia of injuries — Aaron Brooks, Nene, Jeff Green, and Brandon Roy’s lack of cartilage — the season might already be in danger of slipping away. Facing a shaky opponent, the week was looking promising — until the flu of all things wiped out Dwight Howard, Jameer Nelson, and David West all in one fell swoop. A winning week looks now to be another huge loss that will leave this team all but dead and buried — which I guess is appropriate. What’s next to hit the guys I own — the Ebola virus? 2011 can’t come soon enough — hopefully, it’ll be a healthier year for guys I own.
— Other than the bandwagon jumpers out there — otherwise known as about 90% of the people describing themselves as Miami Heat fans — absolutely no one wants to see Miami win an NBA Championship this year. The bush league way that LeBron left Cleveland, the idea of players like James wanting to take the easy way out to try and win a championship, the ridiculous amount of hype given to the Heat by the media, particularly ESPN — all of these things have made me a fan of anyone-playing-Miami. As a lifelong Bulls fan — and as the son of a lifelong Celtics fan — I have always held my highest degree of contempt for the Los Angeles Lakers — but if it came down to it, I’d root for them to walk away with the trophy from David Stern this spring over the Miami trio.
If there was a game anyone with a heart could hope for Miami to lose, it would be the emotional game last night that featured James’ return to the city and people he discarded so callously. Miami has struggled mightily this year, and frankly, the Cavs just aren’t that good. Would it have been too much to hope for just one night where the underdogs of Cleveland could answer the challenge and vanquish their tormentors?
Evidently so. The game last night wasn’t even close. The bad guys won, the good guys lost, and I’m reminded again why I’m not half of the NBA fan I was twenty years ago. If there’s going to be a work stoppage next fall in one of the major sports, why can’t it be in basketball instead of the NFL?
— And finally, there was the news yesterday that the NCCA has ruled that Cam Newton, Auburn quarterback and Heisman Trophy candidate, is eligible to continue playing — despite the fact that the NCAA found that Newton’s father was shopping his son to schools looking for the highest bidder.
Granted, there’s no actual smoking gun — yet — that details that any money or other illegal benefits that went directly to the younger Newton. But really — there’s no repercussions here? Oh wait — Cecil Newton now will have limited access to the Auburn program in the future. Wow — I bet that severe punishment is going to completely eliminate parents from shopping their kids in the future to big football schools in an attempt to cash in on their living and breathing lottery tickets.
On the other hand, maybe the NCAA’s ruling has given people a blueprint to start bidding wars for high school athletes while the kids in question maintain a plausible deniability to retain their eligibility. Go NCAA, go! As usual, the entire concept of amateur athletics continues to be a sham, the NCAA continues to be a completely inept, corrupt, and outdated institution, and Auburn heads towards a “National Title” game — a joke in itself as long as we don’t have a playoff — with a player who should probably be ineligible. Does anyone want to take a guess as to when Auburn vacates this year’s victories — sooner than USC did, or later?
— Everyone enjoy your weekend, and I’ll see you back here on Monday.