Hughes proved his worth in the bullpen in 2009 when the Yankees last won the World Series. Ah, those were good times.
Ah, crap, so we’re a day behind. Let’s just get my requisite Yankee selection out of the way, shall we? It’s Phil Hughes, he who won back his role as a starter in 2010, and he who was sadly on the mound in Game 6 of the ALCS when Joe Girardi decided that intentional walks were the Best Idea Ever. No, I am not bitter.
The California native had, in my view, one of his best seasons in pinstripes in 2010. His 4.19 ERA was, well, meh, but Phil went 18-8 with a not-too-shabby 146 strikeouts and a WHIP of 1.25. If only AJ Burnett was that reliable.
Check out the pitcher who hasn’t had a truckload of money dumped in front of his house after the jump. Continue reading →
I’m not one to make assumptions, but I’ll go out on a limb and state that I’m quite certain there isn’t a Canadian born before 1975 that wasn’t moved by Terry Fox.
Here at home, Fox is considered one of our greatest. He wasn’t a hockey player, a politician, a writer or a rock star. Terry was just one of us, except that he lost a leg to cancer in the prime of his life, and then spent his remaining time on earth running across Canada to raise funds and awareness of the disease (and, sadly, fighting the cancer that would cut his marathon – and life – all too short). So, yeah, he transcended that ordinary guy role and became an inspiration for millions.
I have two vivid childhood memories of Terry Fox: a campy but cool 1980 jingle promoting his Marathon of Hope on television, and footage of his funeral on CBC. I was at my grandmother’s that summer, and I remember reflecting how unfair it was that he was taken from us so soon when we were just getting to know him. Here I am 29 years later, and I am still amazed at the legacy Terry left Canadians. And we’re still running for him.
Steve Nash is about my age and was as equally moved during that era, so much that he co-directed a new movie about Terry’s life, Into The Wind, which premiered at the 2010 Toronto International Film Festival. Terry’s story has been told several times through print and film, although I’m unsure how many times his life has been examined through the lens of another athlete, let alone one as prolific as Nash.
The film is part of ESPN’s “30 for 30″ series and will premiere September 28 on the network. If you’re unaware of Terry’s story, please tune in. I don’t imagine that Nash will be breaking new cinematic ground or finding a future beyond the NBA, but give him credit for his desire to share this story of one of Canada’s most beloved icons. And I will promise you this: you will be moved.
Happy last weekend of summer as we know it! For those of you not spending it at work, or moving to your dorm, or counting down the hours until you can put the kids on the school bus, we bring you five ways to spend that (hopefully) least of laborious days. Continue reading →
Stade Molson in the heart of downtown Montreal (Photo: Lady Bee)
While we’re still a few weeks away from the start of the NFL 2010 season, the CFL season is in full swing. I recently has a chance to take in my first ever CFL game a few weeks ago when the Grey Cup Champion Montreal Alouettes hosted their home opener against the Hamilton Tiger-Cats (and yes, I meant to post this last week but life got in the way. So sorry.)
Follow me after the jump for the lowdown on Percival Molson Stadium.
I know baseball season is in full swing, and football is already on our brains, but I’m really missing hockey. I’m constantly checking my calendar and figuring out my schedule around the upcoming NHL season. I just can’t shake hockey. I thought there has to be other people out there feeling my pain right now, so I’m going with a hockey themed post today.
Lady Bee here for the vacationing Raven. So, um, what fresh hell is this? T.O. and Ochocinco on the same team?!! Ochocinco telling ESPN this will be a great year? Oh, you said it, Chad! With apologies to loyal Ladies… reader thistlewarrior, we cannot wait for this circus to get underway. How much ego and douchebaggery can one locker room take? How long until T.O. hangs his good buddy Chad out to dry? Or complains about Palmer not throwing enough passes to him?
Of course, all that said, could we expect Terrell to take the high road while Chad pulls a hissy fit over face time? Please, dear readers. We want your take on this. Better yet, start making wagers on when the shit hits the fan. I’m already predicting a minor spat over who is Batman and who is Robin (guess which role T.O. has assumed?) Somehow, I can’t see that partnership going as smoothly as this one did.
I rest my case.
All the best, Bengals fans. You’re in for a heckuva season.
Apparently Mr. Ronaldo was the first futbol player to sport the orange cleats that littered the World Cup this summer. He debuted them back in October of 2009, if my sources are correct.
Shoes seem to be such a hot topic these days. First, we had the whole orange shoe craze at the World Cup, now the flashy shoes have infiltrated the MLB All-Star Game. Everyone’s favorite announcers, Chris Berman and Joe Morgan, were all abuzz about David Ortiz’s shoes that they forgot to talk about all the home runs he was hitting.
So join me after the jump, where we take a look at some All-Star Game foot fashion. Forget the long ball, chicks dig the shoes.
This week’s post is a bit more of a Hit and Run, but I figured with all of the hype around the All Star break, mayyyybe we should mention the fact that SPAIN WON THE WORLD CUP!!! Congrats to España, and also to Big Papi, who somehow managed to be pitted against Hanley Ramwhinerez and beat him in the final round of this year’s Home Run Derby 11-5.
Okay, look. I’ve devoted a lot of time and energy into hating the ever-loving hell out of Brett Favre for the monumental screw-job he handed Green Bay fans by first doing the ‘I MAY RETIRE OR I MAY NOT WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW’ dance and then the ‘LOLOLOLOL I AM SIGNING WITH YOUR RIVAL’ swan song. I really, really thought there couldn’t possibly be a bigger dick in organized sports than Brett Favre. I mean, the man singlehandedly held up football in Green Bay for a solid three years, and I’m pretty sure Aaron Rodgers still has Favre voodoo dolls in every room of his house.
That said? I’ve never seen an athlete so tone-deaf as to think that a nationally televised hour-long special to announce his free-agency decision smacked of anything beyond rampant egotism. That was horrifying in and of itself.
But a nationally televised hour-long special to break up with his hometown team in the most public manner possible? That’s an unprecedented level of douchebag.
Congratulations, LeBron James. You’re 2010′s entry into the Dick Move Hall of Fame. Good thing I don’t care about basketball.
As chosen by our readers, Washington Capitals center Brooks Laich!
The Saskatchewan native with the dreamy blue eyes racked up some respectable numbers in 2009-10: 25 goals and 34 assists in 78 games in the regular season; two goals, one assist and one spare tire in their seven postseason games against the Canadiens (Moment of Silence on Raven’s behalf, please.)
We love, love, love Laich! Oh, NHL training camp. You can’t come soon enough.
First off, congratulations to the Chicago Blackhawks!!! While Hawks captain Jonathan Toews was eliminated in Round 2, I’m sure he’ll be happy with the consolation hardware he collected on the ice.
So hockey is officially over until October, but we’re not done with hockey here. It’s Conference Finals time! We’re down to the final four, and the polls close on Sunday night at 8pm EST. So vote away after the jump.
Ovi is the new Hendrix. That, or he's testing his Jedi mind powers to move matter.
Readers, you have raised my eyebrows. Sid the Kid, knocked out of the first round by Flyer Mike Richards. Steckel, running away with the votes in his tiebreaker against RYAN KESLER (and NO, Raven, that baby photo was not a ploy ;))
The Divisional Semis are complete. Round 2 heats up with eight fellas worthy of Blanche Devereaux’s attention (rest in peace, Rue). Make your choice after the jump now through Sunday at 8PM Eastern. Continue reading →
The rosters have been set. The teams have played their friendlies before making the trek to South Africa. Heck, we’ve even made it through Eurovision. (Congratulations, Germany.)
A week from now? It’s finally time. The group stage of the World Cup kicks off, and even America cares about soccer for at least five minutes. Me? I’ll be eating, sleeping and breathing international soccer until the very last second runs down.
Yes, I love soccer, but there’s just something about International play (and the World Cup in particular) that elevates the game. It turns the already rabid soccer fanbase into a bunch of flag-and-bunting-bedecked lunatics. I challenge anyone who doesn’t like or understand soccer to start watching the World Cup from the beginning. Trust me, you’ll come out at the other end swearing at the Abruzzi for being a bunch of diving whiners or being amazed at just how fast Portugal can move (Damn you, Ronaldo. Damn you to hell.) or harboring a secret love for the Orange.
And you know what else is great about the World Cup? International Eye candy. Above? Spain’s Fernando Torres.
Nothing sadder than an about to be defeated millionaire tennis player in the rain.
I’m back from my brief moving-related hiatus just in time: the French Open wraps up this weekend, and I’d hate to think we missed the chance to bring you new pictures of certain tennis players who may or may not be the favorite to win this event for the fifth time, especially now that Federer is out.
Yes, that’s right: for the first time in six years (that’s 23 consecutive Grand Slams), Federer lost before the semifinal round of a Grand Slam tournament …
Hope you can forgive us for taking an extended holiday weekend (as for the Canadian, my excuse was Monday night soccer for one of my little Bees).
Thanks for all who voted in the first round of our NHL Playoffs of Hotness. Polls are now closed – or at least, they’re supposed to be. Polldaddy wasn’t playing nice earlier. Anyway, we have one wee little problem preventing us from moving on to Round Two.
Imagine: if we were writing this 30 years ago, we likely would have included him.
Now that we’ve given away the hardware for this year’s NHL Playoff Beards Awards (props to Raven for her excellent research once again), we bring you the NHL Playoffs of Hotness.
This works just like the NBA edition. Vote for the hockey hottie you love. We’ll narrow down the choices bracket-style over the next couple of weeks. Thanks to our readers for their suggestions on such short notice! Don’t worry: we’ve included a few guys from the Stanley Cup finalists Chicago Blackhawks and Philadelphia Flyers.
You have until Monday at 8pm Eastern to cast your vote. Yes, we’re making our readers work hard these days! Continue reading →
Yes, the Ladies… have been a bit busy this week. I’m home early for the long weekend so that I can be present while my septic tank gets cleaned out. I can barely watch without stifling a gag, but such is the life of a homeowner in the quasi-sticks. Better than paying property taxes in town, I keep reminding myself.
Yeah, I'm still not speaking to him.
Let’s kick off H&R in fitting style with this latest crap about Brett Favre. It seems that during a pep talk for the Southern Miss Golden Eagles, he stated that if they could make it back to the College World Series, he’d return for one more season in the NFL. Continue reading →
Sidney Crosby: Stanley Cup winner, Olympic gold medallist and cute and all, but call me when Gord Downie writes a song about him. (Getty Images)
Sports and music go together like nachos and beer, rum and coke, Maggiesox/CuteSports/Lady Bee and red wine (sensing a theme here?) With NHL playoff hockey fever running rampant around these parts, I started thinking about all the music I dig that references hockey. These songs have been running through my head at one point or another these last few weeks, so I thought I’d share them with you. No Stompin’ Tom this time around, but I assure you this list is 100% CANCON.
Now I’m a Mets fan (shocker!). Therefore, it is programmed in to me to not like the Phillies or anyone managing, coaching, running, or associated with the organization. But come on, Charlie – you make it too easy to dislike you! The interwebs are abuzz with accusations of the Phillies stealing signs on Monday night’s game against the Colorado Rockies. They caught bullpen coach Mick Billmeyer with binoculars, on camera. Not a smart move. And yes, I’m sure it’s annoying to be under the heat lamp and have these accusations firing at you from all directions. But do you know what the lowest thing Charlie Manuel could have possibly done? Turn the blame and attention to someone else. And who might he have singled out?
Here we are, a little over a month into the new baseball season. While we try to not panic/be overly confident about our favorite teams’ and players’ seasons thus far, it’s hard not to get a little excited about the breakout rookies. Yes, it’s true that some (most) rookie hot streaks don’t last, and a .360 batting average in the first six weeks of a major league career isn’t necessarily a harbinger of a long and prosperous career. Still, ten Aprils ago, that’s what they were saying about Albert Pujols.
Let’s meet a few of the newbies, shall we?
OK, not technically a rookie (he appeared mostly in short relief in 10 games in 2008 before needing Tommy John surgery), but he’s a Cardinal so I’m bending the rules. He’s also the first lefty to start for the Cards since Mark Mulder and he is awesome. After what the Phillies did to Santana, I was scared to death that Garcia’s hot streak was about to get clobbered by Utley and co. … and then he held them to three hits over six innings.
Well it looks like I just might still be in mourning. It’s been a week. One whole week since my beloved – and favored – Capitals were eliminated in the Stanley Cup playoffs. My heart was, and still is, broken.
It’s times like this one when we realize that it’s great to be a well-rounded sports fan. When one season comes to a close, another is either in full bloom or just beginning. This year, that thought makes me even more depressed. Typically, when the NHL season ends, I put my focus on baseball. This year, I’m finding that pretty hard.
So you’re going to have to excuse me as I go all fangirly here. I love Nicklas Backstrom. Not the kind of love most of us Ladies talk about on here, though. I love this kid’s game. I love his little baby face. I love his flowing blonde locks. But most of all, I love that he’s a Washington Capital. I love that he plays for my team (and my fantasy team). I love that he’s only 22-years-old and hasn’t even begun to peak yet. This kid is going to be something special. He’s already a top scorer in this year’s playoffs, and set career highs in goals and points this season. So if you like his game or his adorable little face, follow me after the jump for some Super Swede lovin!