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The Rosin Bag: Shock and Awe

Thursday, May 07th, 2009 | Author:
What!?! Who me?

Save us the excuses

Where to start?

I was having lunch at Subway with a friend when a couple of colleagues walked by and broke the news: Manny suspended 50 games for testing positive for performance-enhancing drugs. I’m sure they would tell you that my reaction was complete and utter shock.

I am such a sucker. Why should I be surprised? I guess I continue to overestimate the IQ of ballplayers. How stupid/greedy do you have to be when you’re so talented that you have to crave more, by whatever means necessary? How many steroid-pumping Scott Boras clients are we at, now?  How infallible do you have think you are to make you thumb your nose at the MLB’s drug testing program. Did he think they wouldn’t reveal the positive test because he’s such a big star?

That’s the positive thing to come out of this. With this announcement, MLB has shown it has the cojones to “out” one its sacred cows. It sends a shiver down the spine of every other baseball player who might have felt somehow protected  by his status. Fifty games costs Manny $7.7 million. Ouch.

This will hurt more than his pocketbook, however. Although Manny wasn’t exactly regarded as an ambassador for the game, he was a sure-fire Hall-of-Famer. He’s cast that induction into doubt now, and the Hall of Fame steroids argument gets even murkier.

I’m sure Jeff Blair and all the steroid apologists will feel real smug today, and their colums will ooze with I-told-you-so’s and how we should just accept drugs in sports. No. If anything, this is another example of our ability to weed out the cheaters and re-establishing some credibility to a tarnished sport.

One other thing: we’ll get to see if the Dodger fans who criticized San Francisco fans for supporting Barry Bonds will have the courage of their convictions and greet Manny with the only welcome he deserves – a chorus of boos.

The Twit: Random Scribblings

Thursday, November 30th, 2006 | Author:

- Toronto FC is set to announce their newest Canadian signing tomorrow, Men’s National Team keeper Greg Sutton. Sutton comes to Toronto from the Montreal Impact, where he’s built enough of a reputation that numerous MLS teams were seeking his signature this off-season. He also has MLS experience, having played for the Chicago Fire early in his career.

- Another day, another signing for the Jays. The infield is now set with the Royce Clayton signing. As Steph D says in a comment from a previous post, this means Aaron Hill moves back to 2nd base to make room at shortstop for Clayton. About 15 years ago, Serge the Psycho and I were hooked on Hardball 4 for the Sega Genesis. For some reason, we decided to play a season as the San Francisco Giants who had a young infielder by the name of Royce Clayton. Hard to believe he’s still around. I tell you this story to illustrate how the ageless wonder is a stop-gap solution for the Jays, who must be hoping Russ Adams makes some sort of leap in development.

- If I had a vote, I would not give it to Mark McGuire. Not this year, not ever.

- I’ve been noticeably silent on the Sens for a while. It’s a reflection of how much this team moves me. I hope to get excited about them again sometime soon: there’s only two months of football remaining.

- Roger Goodell created a stir today by name-dropping Toronto as a possible expansion location. The usual hand-wringing followed in the Canadian media concerning the future of the Canadian Football League. One question, asked by Sportsnet, was: If the NFL expands to Toronto, will it kill the CFL? 72% responded yes. I disagree. I’m no CFL fan, but the league has done a great job of promoting itself at the grass-roots level. The Toronto media must think that Stampeders fans give a rat’s ass about the Argos: they don’t. People in B.C. won’t stop watching the Lions just because there’s an NFL team in Southern Ontario. The better question might be: If the NFL expands to Toronto, will it kill the Buffalo Bills? Absolutely.

The Pimple, Week 8

Tuesday, October 31st, 2006 | Author:

Quick everyone, reach for your tissues. If we are to believe the football pundits this weekend, we’re supposed to feel much pity for Shawn Merriman following his four game suspension for steroid use. Apparently, Merriman is a “good kid” who’s a “team player” and “upstanding citizen”.

Ummm, no. Merriman can now be placed on an infamous list that includes Ben Johnson (“Do you Cheetah?”), Jose Canseco and Lyle Alzado. He gets to rub shoulders with Marion Jones, Floyd Landis and Ken Caminiti (newsflash, Shawn, but two of those named have died because of steroid abuse). There is a phone number posted in every NFL locker room; a hotline for players who have doubts about the contents of various supplements. Over the weekend, Merriman’s agent confirmed that his client had never made that call, and had never cross-checked the supplements he was using with the list of banned NFL substances. All these circumstances made for some very uncomfortable viewing this weekend, when I was watching him destroy the Rams offensive line. “Now wait a minute here,” you say. “How could he have been playing if he was caught juicing?” Ah…great question Doctor Watson. The NFL (and every other pro sports league) allows players to appeal suspensions, and it’s mostly used to pick and choose which games they are to miss. Got some tough games coming up? No problem – appeal the suspension and keep playing until you hit a soft patch. These derelicts make a mockery of the rules of the game and bend them to their advantage. And I’m supposed to give this kid the benefit of the doubt? I say let him sit until the league can hear his appeal. Let’s see how strong a case he really feels he has.

Red Alert to all Billick haters: your boy gets to crow this week, after lighting up the Saints defence for five touchdowns. This comes in the first game since he fired Jim Fassell as his offensive coordinator and took over play-calling duties. The shameless self-promoter is sure to make the most of this – perhaps another book on his unquestionable genius?

Denver plays Cincinnati on Christmas Eve: don’t say I didn’t warn you, but this will be a golden opportunity for some producer to put up the “Silver Bells: Mike and Tatum” graphic. On a darker note, and I’m sorry Darrent Williams, but there’s no gentler way of putting this: you got sodomized by Peyton Manning and Reggie Wayne on Sunday.

My favourite quote of the week came courtesy of the Football Night in America panel. Bob Costas commenting on a Chris Henry touchdown reception says: “…and he can do it too…when he can make bail.” This is followed by giggling “ooohs” and “ahhhs from the rest of the panel. Costas then says, laughing “What? He’s been arrested like five times since January!” Collinsworth, unable to contain himself, quips: “Not in the past couple of weeks he hasn’t!!” That had me in stitches. These guys are good.

And since I’m on a roll with broadcasting compliments, I have to send out some kudos to Matt Vasgersian and JC Pearson of Fox. They called the Seahawks and Chiefs beautifully. Insightful, accurate, working off each other, challenging one another on close plays (with sincerity, none of this mock confrontation). I hope they move up the ranks on Fox. Since I like them, that’s as likely to happen as the Niners scoring a meaningful touchdown against the Bears in this decade.

Product tag line over which I’m still scratching my head: “Toyota Rav 4: Too intelligent to be categorized.” Really? Looks like an SUV to me. Or maybe it’s finally becoming uncool to own these death traps, so they prefer to say they don’t have a category? And what does “Too intelligent to be categorized” mean? Come again? Is the truck intelligent? Someone please help me out.

My apologies for the short Pimple this week, but that’s all I’ve got, and I refuse to babble for no good reason (some of you may think this was the case anyway!)

Note: It’s 31-7 Patriots with 13 minutes to go. It’s safe to go to bed right? Right? Maybe I should call Denny Green and ask what he thinks. “They WERE who we THOUGHT they were!!!”

The Rosin Bag: We Care, Already!

Thursday, October 26th, 2006 | Author:

Alright, it’s time for me to get on my box (taking my box out of the closet, blowing the dust off, placing it in the middle of the room and climbing up).

Fans care about players cheating. Pure and simple. We do. That’s a message for you in the media that don’t think we care (led by Stephen Brunt in Canada, who loves to go on Bob McCown’s show and tell everyone this. Note: I love Stephen Brunt and think he’s one of the better sportswriters: he just happens to be on the wrong side of this issue). Every fan I’ve ever spoken to wants athletes to be clean of illegal substances. We care about stats and their integrity. We care about athletes and their health. We care about the rule book and following it.


It’s time to turn the tide of propaganda from the school of thought that teaches that fans don’t care as long as they don’t know. The consequences of this reversal is that reporters would have to work harder to uncover the facts. They would have to display initiative beyond asking questions like: “What do you think was the turning point of the game?” or “How do you feel after such a big win?”. It means journalists will have to develop more cojones when confronting athletes, instead of deferring to them with such reverence.

I’ve never been in a major sports locker room so I don’t know what kind of questions are asked, and if athletes really are so good at spin that it’s so difficult to get insightful answers. The only time an athlete will answer tough questions seems to be when a pack mentality forms with members of the press, as if strength in numbers will assure them that they can’t all get their press passes revoked. Maybe this is true, but it would appear to me that it’s simply a matter of group courage and individual cowardice.

For example, will Tom Verducci run into trouble in the Tigers locker room after writing such an accusatory column about the Kenny Rogers pine tar incident? Something tells me he might get a frostier welcome, but that he’ll get just as much access. Does a reporter have to wait until he pays his dues and acquires a pedigree like Verducci has until he can work up the courage to really go in depth with less than rosy issues? Maybe, but if that’s the case we’re in trouble. If I were a Tigers fan, I’d be embarrassed that one of my players was caught cheating. If it was a Senators player, I’d want him suspended. Am I so unique? Yeah, right.

Sports long ago stopped being a fairy-tale land to which people travelled in order to admire the giants and myth-like figures. That veil was lifted decades ago. What we want is as even a playing field as possible, where athletic ability comes from hard work, talent and genetics, not a syringe or a bottle with green pills. We want regulation sticks and goalie equipment in hockey, balls that haven’t been tampered with in baseball and the letter of the law enforced as it is written.

In short, we want fairness and a world to which we can point and say to our kids: “See that? He cheated and got punished. Don’t cheat.” (getting off my box and placing it neatly back in the closet)