Congratulations to Andre ďThe HawkĒ Dawson, who this weekend was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame by the BBWAA.
A career well deserving of a plaque in Cooperstown.
Snubbed, again, was pitcher Bert Blyleven, who has spent the past 13 ballots waiting to get his name called. With 287 career wins, 3701 strikeouts and an effective 3.31 career ERA, itís hard to believe Blyleven is still waiting.
Let me point out that Iím not a Minnesota Twins fan, the
Updated 07-27-2010 at 05:19 AM by lafabj23
500 home runs-a coveted milestone that every slugger desires. 500 home runs gets you the chicks. 500 home runs gets you into the Viper Room. 500 home runs gets you into the Hall of Fame. In 2007, it was Thome, Thomas and Rodriguez. Manny did it in 2008. Sheffield did it last season. Carlos Delgado is 27 homers short, but he probably wonít make the exclusive club this season, considering both his hip injury and that no team has signed him yet. For the first time in 4 seasons, we may not get a new
The Baseball Hall of Fame. Perhaps the most debated topic in baseball since, well, there was no Hall of Fame and people debated about whether a Hall of Fame was even necessary. Since the inaugural class of 1936 to the most recent induction of Henderson, Rice and Gordon, we have debated not only the worthiness of the enshrined, but the merit of those not enshrined.
Amongst the most heated argument within the past few years has been the un-election of baseball great Andre Dawson.
I donít like Braden Looper.
Itís not so much his numbers that bother me, itís that stupid smile he always flashes before each pitch. And itís not even a smile, more like a teeth-clenching, lips pulled back, toothy snapshot that just annoys me. The guy gives up 6 runs in the first and heís flashing teeth like Eric Estrada just walked in the room.
His numbers on the other hand are nothing to smile about. Looper led the league in both earned runs and homers allowed. His
As a youngster, I never once considered my sports card collection as an investment. Iíd lay down two quarters for a pack of Pro Set football cards and pass the day pouring over the stats. It didnít matter what is was worth, if I liked the card Iíd put it in a binder, if not, it went into a box. It was a boyís hobby, not an investment.
My first ďinvestmentĒ in sports cards came in 1998, the summer Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa were chasing Marisí record of 61 home runs. The homerun chase