Some love from the DC Sports Bog yesterday, and in particular a suggestion from Dan Steinberg too good to pass up:
From... as best as I can tell... Luckless Pedestrian, written in the prime of the Barbaro Messageboard:
Little did I know, wading through a cesspool of humanity in the infield of the '06 Preakness, that I would bear witness (sorta) to the defining sports moment of the year.
Sometimes I feel a little guilty about the Barbaro jokes. And then I remember it's a horse. That people were writing letters to. Daily. That's about when those feelings go away.
composed by MDT on Monday, January 29, 2007
This week's big-ups-yusself go to Off Wing Opinion for throwing their love this way. (Best Caps blog on the net and one of the best hockey blogs, period. For those of you lucky enough to get, uh, Versus.) I've been bothering Dan Steinberg at DC Sports Bog for a link, but I can forgive him for not getting around to it this week... he's had a busy week taking pictures of mascots in grocery stores.
I turned on the Winter X Games the other night. People were flipping snowmobiles. I don't know why. The Winter X Games have always seemed a little unnecessary to me when we have Winter Olympic Games. I mean, you're pretty much at risk of death in any winter Olympic sport (except maybe curling)... one of them even has the competitors carrying guns on the racetrack. So what's the point?
Although I did get to see Lindsay Jacobellis fuck up again. That was enjoyable.
As per usual, bookmark us and spread the word! Have a good... well, it's Sunday afternoon now. And there's no football on. Fantastic. So enjoy your Sunday reading. Til Monday... I mean, tomorrow.
from Martini John, who knows when this blogger needs tweaking:
Is Timekeeper on the take?
...yeah. Clemson got hosed.
One thing we've all learned, though: you GOTTA put a body on McClure.
composed by MDT on Sunday, January 28, 2007
Not a bad first week! Well, I mean, you know, unless you consider "bad" by way of haiku puns. Which are truly horrible. My apologies. Although apologies won't stop them from coming.
Much thanks to the boys at Deadspin for throwing a link my way this week. Consider this a plea: spread the word! Add us to your favorites, your RSS... link to us (and be sure to let me know so I can return the favor)... print out your favorite haiku and staple them to your boss' forehead. Any press is good press!
If you'll excuse me now, I've got to stock up; chips and beer for the games on Sunday, sleeping pills for the inevitable Pats win.
Did you know that $10 tickets for tomorrow afternoon's Caps-Panthers game are sold out? That's good news for the team and bad news for my bank account. Nontheless, I will be there.
Good weekend all, see you on Monday.
just be in Super Bowl ads,
like K-Fed. Colts win.
forecast: snow. favors
Chi-town? nah. too bad they face
the weatherproof Saints
composed by MDT on Friday, January 19, 2007
none here, but a decent smattering from the fine folks at Deadspin, who were nice enough to link this way yesterday. my favorite, from DaisukeMyBallz:
composed by MDT on Friday, January 19, 2007
from in flagrante delicto:
I tried to do something with the whole "Beckham likes women's clothing" thing but it didn't come together for me... nice work. I'll save the rest of my ideas for when Joakim Noah gets drafted.
composed by MDT on Thursday, January 18, 2007
The wonderful thing about the internet is that everybody can have a sports blog. The horrible thing about the internet is that everybody can have a sports blog.
That's not to say that sports bloggers are bad. On the contrary, they are wonderful human beings, toiling away to post free content on the internet only to endure personal abuse from folks like SoXRoX04, IH34RTBR4DY! and Anonymous. Good sports bloggers are fucking saints.
No, the problem is one of information overload. Assuming you follow any major sports team or figure... and not, like, the Moroccan national elephant-back curling squad... there are a multitude of good blogs covering every story, every angle, with different takes and perspectives. It's allll out there for your edification. With enough time to surf the web, any reasonably functional layman could learn enough about a squad to become an expert, if not a GM.
I believe that the next step in sportswriting is not expansion (the One World Under ESPN dilemma) but contraction. 17 syllables. Ask yourself: would the world be a better place if Jay Mariotti was limited to 17 syllables a day? Skip Bayliss? Gregg Doyel? Scoop Jackson?
It's possible that the haiku, at this point, is irredeemably cliché. All the better! Everything there is to say about sports has been said already and by superior writers (the Shakespeare dilemma). After all, it's not as if anything in sports is mindblowingly new. There have been, by my painstaking scientific count, exactly four new sports innovations in the past decade and one of them is that stupid comet-tail on the puck. Do we really believe we're covering terra nova?
To that end, then, I will attempt to cover the sports world 17 syllables at a time, mostly once a day. That doesn't, of course, preclude a couple of haikus after a big weekend. Maybe even the occassional sonnet or rondelet if I'm feeling frisky. I tried doing this with the Nationals last year only to find that there's nothing particularly poetic about Cristian Guzman throwing the ball into the stands at RFK. This year, I will expand my scope and hopefully, my results.
And it's haiku, for crissakes, so play along, huh? Best ones in the comments section get posted on the main page for all to see and appreciate.