After the Bears’ 55-28 loss at Texas A&M, the numbers are in, and some of them aren’t pretty.
In the words of Texas Ranger manager Ron Washington, “That’s the way baseball go.”
It is absolutely amazing what difference a month can make. One day you can be on cloud nine without a worry in the world. A month later, everything has fallen apart and your world in shambles.
Postseason baseball is here, as well as college football and cooler weather. What most people may not care about, but I am here to advocate, is the arrival of the 2011-2012 hockey season.
I’ve been a baseball fan for quite some time now. I’ve heard of every statistic one can imagine, and I agree that just as Billy Beane found out, numbers aren’t everything in baseball. But at least one MLB player this season, in perhaps the weakest decision I’ve seen in a long time, thought one statistic was so important that even dignity was worth losing for it.
I hate the New York Yankees. I want that to be made perfectly clear. Anytime the Yankees lose, I am happy.
My love relationship with sports began when I was little, dressed in a Michael Jordan jersey seated on my dad’s lap. It has grown over the years as my dad has introduced me to different ones. I remember watching the Cowboys in the late 90’s, sharing the frustrations of my dad with the lack of athletic ability on the field. I remember fighting off sleep as I watched the Dallas Stars win the Stanley Cup in 1999. I remember my first Texas Rangers’ game and the excitement the atmosphere brought.
Drive down Interstate 35 heading southbound and you will see an interesting new billboard. It’s in the ugliest strangest color too: maroon.
Let it be said upfront that I am a Houston Texans fan and, therefore, I love seeing the Cowboys fall apart on opening night yet again.
Watching the game from the press box has its many perks, but few experiences in athletics are quite like viewing an exhilarating, dramatic game from the stands.