NEW YORK, NY – Full disclosure, I’m sitting here as we approach 1:30 on Tuesday hoping that something will happen in the world of sports that will be worth writing about, because virtually nothing out there is exciting me right now. I mean, we can’t just keep commenting on the Luka Doncic trade, can we? Although I’d kinda like to know how Anthony Davis feels about being discussed like he’s an afterthought in what’s widely perceived as a Lakers heist. Meh, maybe not. OK then, here goes nothing.
Spineless Baseball Writer Remains Spinless. So 321 of the 394 baseball writers who voted for the most recent Hall of Fame class revealed their ballots on Tuesday. Not surprisingly, the one person who failed to vote for Ichiro Suzuki did not make their ballot public. That right there, my friends, is a coward. You might think it’s cool remaining anonymous, mystery writer, but you’re not so much Deep Throat as you are a deeply gigantic a**hole and a first-ballot Hall of Fame loser.
Super Bowl Prediction. I’m gonna go out on a limb and predict that a LOT of people are going to watch this Sunday’s Super Bowl. I mean, as I said in the opener, there’s nothing else going on. Let’s face it, this game could be Jacksonville vs. Carolina and we’d all watch. I’ll also say that I think there’s no way in hell Travis Kelce proposes to Taylor Swift after the game, even though oddsmakers are giving it an almost 12% chance of happening. C’mon, you can’t be serious. I gotta believe they guy’s got a little more sense than to do something some moron does with his girlfriend from Staten Island in the middle of a Yankees game. I’d say a much more likely proposal would be Andy Reid proposing to go to an all-you-can-eat gumbo joint after the game.
Sources: Sixers Trade Martin to Mavs for Grimes. This story just popped up on ESPN and I’ve made an “editorial decision” to NOT read it. I have no idea who these people are, probably even if you gave me their first names.
The New York Met? Nope, nothing about Pete Alonso here. This is just to say that I’m strongly considering going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art this upcoming Sunday. I’ve been reading Patrick Bringley’s All the Beauty in the World, based on his experience as a security guard there, and I’m not going to sit around all day waiting for 6:30 to roll around. I urge you all to perhaps consider getting out there and doing something with your day as well. Go out to lunch with friends, see a movie, take the skinheads bowling… just do some frickin’ thing. In fact, do something right now! Stop wasting your precious time watching me sleepwalk through yet another drab Wednesday.
That’s it. I’m done. Come back tomorrow (or not) for Buddy Diaz, who clearly got his nickname from Buddy Ryan. Hey, here’s a fun fact about the former Eagles Head Coach. Buddy Ryan divorced his wife 8 months after his twin sons Rex and Rob were born.
