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Opinion & Analysis

  • Commentary: Welcome back

     

    It would appear that the Steroids Era is back from the grave.  

    But absent the fun that came with it.

    The Milwaukee Brewers' Ryan Braun seems to be the latest Major League ball player who couldn't resist steroids' siren call.

    These days, big-name players are getting hit with big-time penalties.  Braun will sit out a 65-game stint, making him useless to the Brewers for the rest of the season.

  • Sports commentary: Happy state

     

    I love Virginia.

    I've lived in seven states and another country.  I've been to roughly 40 states and 20 countries.

    Virginia tops them all.  I think it is nearly the perfect place to live.  

    I could use this column to write a love note to the commonwealth, singing of its many, many virtues and attractions.

    But we have a tourism board to take care of that.

  • Sports commentary: Los gordos

    The news has been heavy lately. As in fat.
    Two items that have recently hit the national conscience involve weighty matters.
    The first is that the United States is no longer the fattest nation on earth. Mexico, of all countries, has supplanted us as the country with the greatest percentage of its people falling into the obese category.
    Or should I say that Mexico now has the largest percentage of ill people. That's because the second news item tells us that the American Medical Association (AMA) has deemed obesity to be a disease.
    More on that later.

  • Sports commentary: Inclusiveness

     

    How do you like them apples?

    The "you" in this case is anyone who was raised a fan of the Atlantic Coast Conference.

    "Them apples" refers to the new configuration of the ACC.

  • Sports commentary: The crooked game

     

    Before you know it, Major League Baseball's All-Star Game will be upon us.

    This year, the big fête will be held at New York City's Citi Field, home of the Mets.

    What this means is, in addition to witnessing the mid-summer classic game, we will be force-fed a bunch of pulp designed to glorify all that is New York.

  • Sports commentary: No fight left

     

    I'm not much of a golfer.  

    In fact, I'm not a golfer at all, having finally ditched my bag of sorry clubs a few years ago.

    The only golfing adventure I've had since then involved trying to get the ball through a windmill's blades or into the kangaroo's pouch at Pedro's Putt-Putt Paradise.

    I also don't watch the sport, having made the wife promise to shoot me, should she ever find me perched in front of the Golf Channel.  It is a promise she does not take lightly.

  • Sports Commentary: Love hurts

     

    I am in an abusive relationship, and I'm the one taking the abuse.

    No, you're not going to see me walking around with a shiner, or bloodied nose.  Nor will I be reporting to a shelter to seek help.  No restraining orders are to be issued.

    It is more in the realm of emotional abuse.

    Like many lousy relationships, I'm in it by my own choosing.  In fact, I'm the one who actively pursued it and have chosen to stay in it for well over forty years.

    It is my connection to the Chicago Cubs.

  • Sports commentary: A salute to pork

     

    "A jug of wine, a loaf of bread–and thou."

    -Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

    "A jug of mustard, a bun of bread–and onions."

    -Rubaiyat of Oscar Mayer

     

    I'm pretty much an Oscar Mayer guy.

    But, as with just about everything else in life, my simple ways have been blown out of the water by progress.

  • Sports commentary: Stepping it up

     

    Hey, adults:  As the name implies, we're the ones who are supposed to act like the grown-ups around here

    I proffer that advice in response to some lame-o behavior I had the misfortune to witness while attending some spring post-season games.

    Specifically, I saw two instances of parents threatening to duke it out with other parents while said parents' children were out on the field of play.

  • Sports commentary: Mercy mercy

     

    An acquaintance of mine happens to coach a soccer team.  That's not odd; I happen to have at least a dozen such acquaintances.  A couple of times this season this particular coach has caught grief for "running up the score."

    Apparently, his team violated some unwritten rule about how many times it can put the ball in the net.

    This phenomenon isn't limited to the game of soccer.  It seems as though such finger-pointing takes place in baseball, softball, basketball and football.