Welcome to Couch Sports Weekly! This blog is dedicated to all things sports...well all things sports that I see fit to write about anyway. I'll focus most of attention and time to baseball and football. I watch/follow very little basketball and even less hockey. You may find some college sports on here, and during the summer months, I'll cover the Tour de France. Finally, there will most likely be some rants and raves here, along with some drops of knowledge. If you have any burning questions about anything sports related, send me an email with your question, and I'll answer it as soon as I can. Feel free to leave topic suggestions you'd like me to cover.

I spend my free time playing rec softball, golfing, and cycling for an awesome non-profit cycling team, Uphill Into the Wind. I enjoy coaching baseball and football, and look forward to getting my daughter involved in league sports this spring.

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

So sad to report...

If case you haven't heard yet, in which case you must be a deaf mute (no offense to those who are), but our record books are now soiled by the name of Barry Bonds. "The new all-time homerun king" now lives and breathes amongst us. A man amongst boys, the best of the best, blah blah blah. Barry can, for all I care, go and seclude himself with his lying "I've got nothing to hide" agent and his syringes now and never show his face again.

My final words on this topic: Hurry up A-Rod and get this juice monkey out of our record books.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

It's all lies

I found this video from youtube.com. Listen to the words and look at the pictures carefully. They go by pretty quickly, so you may have to pause a few times to read them. As an Iraq veteran, I agree with this video completely.

A sad day in America's pastime...

If you are a die-hard fan of the San Fran black and orange, it would probably best suit you to stop reading now. That being said, August 4th, 2007 is, in my book, a day most baseball fans will remember forever. Not like the evening of April 8th, 1974, when Henry Aaron rounded the bases after hitting number 715 with adoring fans in stride, or even July 20th, 1976 when number 755 was blasted over the left field wall at Milwaukee County Stadium. No...the afternoon of August 4th will be remembered (by fans who don't approve of juiced up athletes breaking coveted records) as a day that a certain San Francisco Giant ties, with the help of a certain San Francisco dope lab, the most recognizable record in sports history.

Let's look at this logically. Anyone who has been watching baseball for any amount of time knows that, in fact, Barry Bonds was one hell of a ballplayer. I'll give him that. Back in the late 80's and early 90's he was definitely a force to be reckoned with, hitting in the neighborhood of .250-.340, with extra base hits in the 30's and 40's, and hitting double digit homeruns in each of his seasons. And don't forget the fact that he was also averaging over 30 stolen bases per season. And he did all this while maintaining his lanky, speedy physique.

Fast forward to the year 2000. Guys are getting bigger, long balls are getting longer and more frequent, and there's a whole mix of players getting caught (or not getting caught) trying to improve their game. Next thing we know, guys like McGwire, Sosa, even Canseco are "all of the sudden" great offensive producers. McGwire went from 24 HR's in 1997 to 70 in 1998. Sosa went from 36 to 66 homeruns in consecutinve seasons, and Canseco doubled his totals in back to back seasons hitting 23 in one and 46 the next. Does this make any sense to anybody? Nobody can put in that much time in the weight room in the offseason. All of these players went from fit, almost skinny guys, to these beefed up bulging out of their uniforms players.

Still not convinced? Try this on for size. Quick poll: How many of you have experienced your feet growing 3 full sizes after the age of 35? No one? Next question. How about having to start wearing a hat 3 sizes bigger? Still nobody? Last question. Anyone wearing shirts 10 sizes bigger because you "bench press more"? Wow, apparently Bonds is the only guy out there with some wierd ability to obtain over the top body mass and strength after hitting his mid-30's. And he did it all "naturally."

For those of you who think all of this is a conspiracy against "the greatest slugger to ever live," come on now, take off your rose colored glasses and open your eyes. According to the stat cards, he's only put on 12 pounds in his entire career (the 1986 Pirates roster lists him at 228 lbs, while the 2007 Giants rosters says he is a modest 240 lbs). Take a look at a side by side picture of him from '86 and today. Only a 12 pound difference? You be the judge.

I think I'll close this out now before I get even more upset and boycott my favorite sport forever. And don't even get me started on good ole boy Bud Selig (we all know he's the reason for this in the first place with his slap on the wrist for juice users). Barry Bonds is a digrace to modern day baseball. He's a disgrace to the greats like Ruth, Aaron, Mantle, and Maris. He's a disgrace to the fans who make baseball one the largest spectacles in the country. Just hearing his name makes me cringe, and I can't even stand to see or hear him. His arrogance annoys the living hell out of me. It is to my (and probably many or yours as well) dismay that he will grace our record books in the very near future. I only wish to see one of these next to his name. *

Oh yeah, one last thing: he should be walked in every at bat for the rest of the season.