Sunday, February 23, 2003

More LeBron Overkill

I tried out the macromedia flashplayer version of The LeBron Lottery and the results were amusing. The Toronto Raptors, with only a 6.5% chance of getting the winning pingpong ball, won an astounding three times out of the first seven times I tried it. LeBron James and Vince Carter, combined with Morris Peterson make for an impressive trio. Of course, let's say the chances of David Stern letting the LeBron James Merchandise Train pull into Canada's only team station are about as good as Saddam Hussein playing point guard for the Maccabi Tel Aviv basketball team. Nevertheless, perhaps it would be wise to start investing in your Toronto Raptors keychains while they're still only 99 cents apiece...(American, not Canadian cents)...


More good news for the Ny Mets Has-Been Fan Club: today they announced the signing of Tony Clark, the 30 year old phenom who hit an eye-numbing .207 last season with three WHOLE home runs and 29 RBI in 90 freakin games for the Red Sox last season. My impression is that the Mets signed him to take attention away from the fact that
Jeremy Burnitz not only still hasn't been traded yet, but is still in the starting line-up. Compared to Clark, Burnitz is looking like Ty Effin Cobb out there.


In fact, although I'm a Mets fan, I was a little discouraged while watching the local coverage last night. One of those little "haha" spots where the balding, incompetent local sportscaster (in NYC there is a pick of about a half dozen)interviews the player. Burnitz had just whiffed in his first batting cage effort of Spring Training against Tom Glavine and afterwards was asked about starting to strike out already. Burnitz just laughed it off, asking the reporter "Didn't you watch me last year?" --right Jeremy, no shockers here. No need to have any of that spring training optimism that you might somehow learn how to actually make contact when you swing at a pitched ball. Nothing like "Bury Me" Burnitz for a few good laughs at mediocrity to ease your own aching dread of pointlessness as the Mets trepidly begin their season.


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