Waking each other up in the middle of the night has been something of a tradition with Demond and I since we were kids. He fell asleep as we waited for the Batman Movie (yes, the Adam West one) to start on the 11:30 late show. I woke him up for key at bats of the 1992 World Series. I called him to make sure he was up to see Robert Vaden drill a game winner in the tourney. Last night he called my house long after I was in bed to make sure I knew that Danica Patrick won her race.
We really love IRL.
As the Reds slide continues, I take solace in the continued strong pitching of Johnny Franchise and the bat of Joey Votto. Good times are coming, but they aren’t here yet. They traded their most reliable bat (Josh “Hambone” Hamilton) in the offseason, and the offense is suffering for it. As I say here often: this team can’t hit.
Kravitz’s entry today was really weak. It’s not just that it’s stupid; it’s also mean and wrong. He talks about ‘a public backlash’ if Crean reinstates Bassett and Ellis. Um, I’m not feeling that there, Bobby. I think everyone knows that Dakich is a hothead screw up, and mostly people couldn’t figure out why they were ever let go in the first place. He claims that Crean should have supported the decision to cut the players. WHY? Did they behave badly? Maybe, but then it’s hard to blame them for being a tad bitter at a school and an administration that ignored the players please to give the head job to a highly qualified black man, and instead gave it to an incompetent white guy with connections. Oh, yeah they disrespected the school. Please. If they want back in and can get their grades up, let them come back.
He also cuts loose on a really tasteless ‘guilt by association’ rant about Bennie Seltzer (one of Crean’s assistant coaches who was on Sampson’s coaching staff at Oklahoma that made more calls than a 14 year old girl). This story was talked about a couple of weeks ago. The guy is clean , as Kravitz admits. Let it go, Bobby. You’re grasping at straws.
God help me, but I love Manu Ginobili. He’s Argentastic!
Finally, congrats to the Little Brother. Let’s all raise a glass of good wishes to the man who made this offseason so strangely enjoyable. Enjoy the honeymoon there kid. Get to work on the next generation of NFL dominance.