Just because you can, doesn't mean you should

Hey Richie Whitt! Shut your mouth.

Yes, a bit of a harsh way to begin a blog but read on and you'll find out why.

Recently Texas Rangers pitcher Colby Lewis opted to skip his scheduled start to be in the delivery room as his wife gives birth to his second child.

Now you're probably thinking: "What's the big deal, it makes perfect sense for a guy to want to be there when his wife gives birth."

Not if you're Dallas Observer writer Richie Whitt it seems. In a column published after the event, Whitt took serious issue with Lewis' absence claiming that athletes who make millions of dollars have no right to "miss work for childbirth." I'm not making this up, Read the story in the link I'll post below.

Whitt claims to understand all about how great children are but has deemed missing a start for a child's birth an inexcusable offense. He even has the audacity to say that if childbirth should be scheduled around the season then so be it. He further pointed out to an NBA player who opted to suit up rather than be with his wife.

Now I don't know the story behind the NBA player but maybe, just maybe, he and his wife agreed that he should play. I don't know what went on, and quite frankly I don't care. The point is who are we to judge. Better yet, who is Richie Whitt to judge someone just because their decisions don't coincide with his own deluded sense of reality.

What makes Whitt's argument even more ridiculous is that Lewis was completely within his rights to not start under the new Paternity Leave rules introduced by Major League Baseball which allow players to leave the team for a period of time for childbirth.

But before you think Whitt is totally heartless he does make one concession.

"If it was a first child, maybe. But a second child causing a player to miss a game? Ludicrous."

I don't have children yet but I hope to someday. And you better believe I'm going to find a way to be there in the delivery room no matter what stands in my way.

So actually Richie, you're the ludicrous one. I've ready some of your blogs and I get the whole contrarion thing always taking issue with everything. It's your shtick, though you don't do it very well. And yes, maybe I'm judging you, but when you open your mouth and spew this kind of nonsense in attempt to diminish what is one of the most joyous occasions someone could ever experience, you open yourself to the same kind of judgement you lay on people.

So take a hint, next time show that you have some concept of journalistic integrity and keep your fat mouth shut. Just because you can write basically whatever you want doesn't mean you should.

http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-31751_162-20055731-10391697.html

Why the winner of the Masters doesn't matter

On the eve of the 75th Masters Tournament from Augusta Georgia the going conversation between golf enthusiasts and the pundits is who has the best shot at winning.

Some say Phil Mickelson has the best shot by virtue of his victory last week and his recent history at Augusta National. Others point to one of the young guns like Rory McIlroy or Ryo Ishikawa, who has also honorably vowed to donate all of his 2011 winnings to relief efforts in Japan (and if his over $2million in earnings last year is any indication he will be able to write a much-needed, hefty check at the end of the year). And of course there's always stories of a lurking Tiger.

Personally I feel like the field is wide open and any one of a number of guys has a good chance at winning. That may be a bit of a cop-out but as the title says, the winner doesn't really matter.

So why doesn't the winner matter? Because this tournament is so much more than any one winner. The mere fact that after a brutal winter we in the Northeast can sit back and get a glimpse of the Spring that is quickly approaching, that we so desperately need, is immeasurable in its value. Having the opportunity to see, and for those lucky enough to be there, stroll through the dogwoods, pines, blooming azaleas and lush green grass that Augusta is famous for is so heartwarming in its reminder that no matter how bleak winter gets there will always be the rebirth and renewal.

The Masters is timeless, even just watching it there is a sense of somehow existing outside of reality in your own personal utopia. It's that reason why people, even those without any real knowledge of the game, know of Augusta in April and the Masters.

It's for that reason why the mere mention of the Masters elicits glowing smiles from golfers, fans and patrons alike. I know that's the way it is for me. And I also know that it is for that reason that the winner doesn't matter. The Masters isn't about an individual golfer, it's an ideal, a representation of the beauty of renewal, and I can't wait for it to start. See you at 7:45 tomorrow.

A special moment

Ok, so I know I should be working right now but every now and then there are things that are more important than work. Things like the Masters Par 3 contest.

You might be asking why am I so excited about a Par 3? Simply because it's the last chance to watch these professionals kick back and have some fun before business picks up early tomorrow morning. It's also the opportunity to watch the legendary champions like Palmer, Nicklaus and Player return to the place where their legacy was spawned.

Speaking of the legendary trio, golf's Mount Rushmore, there is also something so special about watching them laughing and joking with each other and the gallery. Even to watch the players with their families on the course with them, kids caddying, grand kids sinking putts, it makes the guys we see on TV every Sunday seem so much more real. I think it also speaks to the tradition of the Masters and all that is good about the game.

The commentators for the Par 3 spoke during the event about the drive to grow the game and the idea that maybe, just maybe, one of those children out on the course with their dads, or even a young man or woman from the gallery may see just how fun this game can be and decide to pick up a club. Events like this Par 3 contest make those dreams a possibility. So to truly answer the question; that is why I've come to enjoy this event. Because if the smiles on the faces of those involved are any indication, then the game I love has a secure and prosperous future ahead of it.

New Beginnings

I'm back. Yes, I have returned to the blogosphere triumphantly riding in on a white horse. Ok maybe not really on a white horse, and maybe not so triumphantly, but I am back and no, I did not forget about you. The past few months have just been a period of upheaval for me, all in good ways fortunately.

As of my last post in October I was engaged to the love of my life planning a wedding to take place this October in 2011. Now, I am happily married to that same woman living in a quiet little town southwest of Boston.

Speaking of employment, as of my last post in October I was working for a small newspaper in Greenwich, Connecticut. Now I am working for a major medical information technology company just five miles away from my new home.

It's funny the directions life takes you.

Understandably, at least to me anyway, all that change meant some things had to fall to the back burner and unfortunately this blog fell into that category. Every time I felt like coming back to writing here something would come up and draw my attention. Again, every one of those somethings have been good and I am easily the happiest I've ever been for the reasons stated above. Now things have settled down and my new bride and I have contentedly settled into our routine leaving me with the opportunity to return to something I enjoy, writing about sports.

It's fitting in a way, and no small coincidence, that I've decided to begin posting on Opening Day of the 2011 Major League Baseball season. You might almost say I planned it this way. But it is Opening Day, a day for new beginnings, and probably my favorite day of the sporting year followed closely by the start of the Masters (which conveniently is next week).

There's something uniquely special about today, even as winter refuses to roll over and die in the northeast. It's more of a feeling, a sense of the electricity in the air as 30 ball clubs will take to the field for the first time over the next two days all with dreams of October glory. Maybe it's cliche of me to say that one of the things that makes today so great is everyone is starting 0-0 and nothing can dampen any of their dreams but like a true baseball fans out there I can feel it.

Does every team really have a chance? No. To believe otherwise would require an incomprehensible level of naivete. But the truth is none of that really matters. What matters most is the fact that baseball season is back and regardless of whether you cheer for the Red Sox, the Yankees, the Phillies, the Giants, or even the Royals, today is a day to celebrate new beginnings.

So to conclude I encourage you all to forget about wins and losses, trophies and awards; and simply sit back, relax, and enjoy. It's going to be a helluva fun ride.

Perfection gained through imperfect means

The 2010 Major League Baseball playoffs are only a day old and already the magic has been ignited.

Yesterday, Roy Halliday of the Philadelphia Phillies fired a no-hitter, only the second of its kind to ever happen during the postseason. The first being Don Larsen's perfect game in the 1956 World Series.

This was also Halliday's second no-no of the year, he had previously thrown a perfect game against the Marlins in May.

But in a strange way, Doc Halliday's no-hitter felt even more special than his perfect game and not simply because it was a postseason game as opposed to an early-season contest against a weaker opponent.

Certainly a perfect game is the ultimate pitching masterpiece. To be so focused and so on your game that you face 27 batters and retire all of them without surrendering a hit, a walk or an error is the greatest accomplishment a pitcher can ever achieve or strive for.

But Halliday's no-no was different, better even, because of the situation and the meaning that can be derived from it.

Yes obviously it's special because it's only the second time in postseason history that its happened but it's also special because it shows us that while we often fall short in our own quests for perfection in everything we do that doesn't make the ultimate result any less remarkable. Perfection is something to strive for yes but almost impossible to reach and it's important to take a step back and admire the fact that while we aren't always perfect, the things we do achieve are special.

Edwards arrested but will play...blame the CBA

By now most football fans know that Jets wideout Braylon Edwards was arrested and arraigned on drunken-driving charges stemming from an incident on Tuesday where he was stopped on Manhattan's West Side around 5 a.m. Edwards, who was in the car with two other players and a fourth passenger, was given a breathalizer and blew more than twice the legal limit.

At a glance it seems like this would be yet another situation where NFL Commissioner, aka Judge, Roger Goodell would come down on Edwards with a hefty fine and suspension. At the very least the expectation would be that the Jets themselves take some form of disciplinary action. Unfortunately neither is going to happen, at least until the legal process runs it's course.

The reason is the current Collective Bargaining Agreement between the NFL and the NFL Players Association. According to the CBA, Edwards actions and subsequent arrest fall under the league's substance abuse policy. As such the only penalty that Edwards is currently eligible for is a forfeiture of half a game's pay. The Jets cannot suspend Edwards, nor can they deactivate him for Sunday's game against the Dolphins. In fact, they cannot even keep him active but refuse to play him. In short, Edwards will not only be in uniform on Sunday, but he will be on the field catching passes from Mark Sanchez.

Whatever happened to accountability? Forget the fact that Edwards is an idiot. Forget that the NFL has a contract with a company, that Edwards refused to use, that will provide transport to any player, anywhere, anytime, to any place. Why is this allowed to happen? The NFL and the NFLPA already have severe disciplinary actions in place for other offences. Why was drunk driving allowed to slip on through?

This isn't even the first time in recent memory that a player got into trouble for drinking and driving. A few years ago Donte Stallworth had a few too many to drink, got behind the wheel and killed someone. He was suspended for one season and one season only. At the very least he was very up front with his regret and refused to fight any charges against him and accept his punishment. Ok, but why did he feel like it was ok to get behind the wheel in the first place, better yet, why wasn't the NFL harsher on him?

Edwards should have known better, the two other players in the vehicle with him should have known better. But until the Goodell and the NFLPA pull their head's out of their backsides and really make an effort to change the culture that seemingly fosters this sort of behavior more and more incidents like this are going to happen. Hopefully change comes before another innocent life is lost.

Where does it end?

I made a big mistake today. I started looking around the various ticket exchange websites to see how much Patriots tickets might cost for later in the season. Not surprisingly they were expensive, over $90 on StubHub and around $70 on the NFL.com ticket exchange website.

But I wasn't all that surprised, NFL tickets are expensive because they are in high demand since there is only 8 home games every season.

My mistake came however when on a whim I decided to check out how much Giants tickets are. The answer, over $150 per ticket. Enter rage.

Of all the good things about the NFL the unreasonably high ticket prices are the biggest thing to hate about the NFL. No care or concern is given to the fans when team's set their prices, especially when a new stadium is being opened.

The NFL is a multi-billion dollar business and yet we, the fans, have to suffer. As ticket prices go up the true, blue-collar fans. The ones for whom the game should be played, are pushed out of stadiums and forced to watch games at homes. Even long-time season-ticket holders are shown not a shred of loyalty as they are forced into forking over tens of thousands of dollars just for the right to possibly purchase tickets (yes I'm talking about PSL's).

Owners will sit there and say that tickets need to be priced as high because demand is high. Or that they need the ticket prices to be high to fund the team's operations. But even an untrained monkey would be smart enough to see through the BS and realize that these utter morons are simply used to living a certain way and need money to fund their mansions, helicopters and expensive parties. Why else would they cater almost solely to the wealthy. Meanwhile we, the real fans, are left out in the cold.

We're also told that if we don't pay to go to games, spending upwards of $400 alone on tickets (for a family of four), and the stadium does not sell out we won't even be able to watch our hometown boys on TV because of the NFL's antiquated and unfair blackout policy. Yes — you read right — if a stadium is not sold out within 72 hours of a game the game gets blacked out in the local TV market. That happened seven times last year and early projections see it happening around 28 times this year...a 400 percent increase.

And now the owners are considering locking out the players next season if no new collective bargaining agreement is reached proving once again just how out of touch those arrogant jack asses really are. I suppose there is one good thing to come out of a lock out or strike though — at least fans won't completely break their bank trying to go to take their family to a game.