Not only did they crush the Brewers today 19 – 4 but it appears the players are superhuman…
X-rays taken Wednesday show Rockies pitcher Jason Hirsh suffered a broken leg when he was hit by a line drive in the first inning the night before, even though he stayed in for five more innings and got the victory.
Terrible news about Hirsh, but how tough is this guy that, not only pitches on a broken leg, but wins the game with it. Hirsh was already becoming my favorite player for dinosaur tipping Dinger, (watch it here under “Dinger Tipping”) but this puts him over the top.
Get well soon Jason. We need you for the stretch run.
Regarding Barry Bonds and the home run record, the steroid controversy matters, but for me it’s more personal as to why I don’t care about him getting this record.
Everyone who’s read my blog over any length of time knows I was a radio sports reporter in Denver. I still cover Broncos, but I used to cover all the teams. I was at a Rockies/Giants game and was in the Giants dugout waiting with some other reporters for Bonds to speak. I knew this was a dicey proposition because Bonds, like many other players, will often duck into the showers to avoid interviews. On this night Barry was taking questions so I stuck my microphone into the group. Bonds saw the microphone, but when answering questions he responded by either shaking his head yes or no.
He never said a word.
Needless to say, I didn’t get my Bonds audio, but the moment will never be forgotten.
Now I never asked a question of him or had even met Bonds before, but that moment told me all I needed to know about this guy. He’s a jerk. Even when other reporters said he could be a great interview, all I could go by was how I was treated.
And that affects how I feel about Bonds holding this record.
When I read he hit 756, my first feeling was dismay. That’s not how new records should be hailed, but that’s the reality that Bonds brought upon himself. My next thought was, “so how many more homers does Alex Rodriguez need?” Which is saying something considering how much I despise the Yankees.
So congrats Barry, I guess, and thanks for making me the newest A-Rod fan.
Football practice starts today. Here’s something to get you excited. (unless your a bug eater, that is…)
I read James Lileks and Powerline everyday, and Minneapolis is a big blog stronghold. Go to their sites for all the information on the horrible bridge collapse. Lileks is the editor for Buzz.mn and it is particularly good.
Selfishly, I’m glad that Lileks and the Powerline guys are o.k., but my sympathies go out to the families and friends of the folks who were killed and injured.
I’ve covered all sorts of tragedies, but it always hurts the most when people just minding their own business get sucked into a tragedy like this. I only hope that the pain I feel is somehow taking a bit away from the folks in Minnesota.
It’s our 131th Birthday!
President Grant declared Colorado a state on August 1, 1876 and it became known as the “Centennial State.”
And on August 2nd, Californians and Texans started moving here. Bastards!
In honor of this most auspicious day, here’s the song we all had drummed into our heads from kindergarten on. If you want to hear it, ask any Colorado native, I guarantee they’ll know it.
It’s not the state song, but it’s far more catchy.