As summer gives way to fall the MLB postseason is finally upon us. It was a long and grueling regular season filled with errant helmet throws, pointless rules debates, and, worst of all, the Mets. One hot button issue that has taken over the world of contact sports of late has been concussions and the risks they pose for future health concerns. While head trauma is certainly a very real and very scary threat, we witnessed another very scary moment on Tuesday night during the Yankees/Twins Wild Card matchup (at least most guys would consider it scary). I’m hear to bring your attention to another player safety issue that doesn’t get nearly as much press coverage as it deserves: dudes getting hit in the junk. Continue reading
We entered the 2017 Reds regular season having low expectations, mostly due to the trading away of fan favorite players and a lack of post season appearances. Tight competition in the NL Central has allowed this team to stay relevant up to this point in the season. You can’t deny the fight in this years team, they have received outstanding performances from unexpected players.
McGregor versus Mayweather may never happen, but until we see the “SUPER FIGHT” (aka Mayweather dance around for about an hour) Harper versus Strickland is what we have to watch.
Being a 24 year star Harper has already made a name for himself in Major League Baseball. It does seem as if he tries to put on a bad boy image at times, but on Memorial Day he picked the wrong guy to try that with.
Everybody experiences their “firsts” at different stages of their lives. First girlfriend. First beer. First, um, you know..
And…. the first time you admit Cleveland actually does something right. I almost threw up saying that. Continue reading
The Reds are coming off of a pretty underwhelming seven game road trip where they managed to pile up one W. Today, the Colorado Rockies come to Cincinnati for a three game series at GABP. Whenever they come to town, I’m reminded of a traumatic experience I had as a kid at a Reds/Rockies game.
Let me set the stage for you. The year is 1998. On a warm May day, the pudgy pre-pubescent 12 year old version of me is pumped to be heading to Riverfront stadium with my uncle and siblings. We didn’t go to a ton of Reds games when I was a kid (2-3 a year, tops), so that day was a special treat. A pregame meal of Skyline and soda had me hyped up as we took our seats near the outfield foul territory along the 3rd base line. Continue reading