Man Crush of the Week: Miguel Cabrera
Last weekend I went down to Yankee Stadium to catch the Tigers and Yankees series. I’ve been to a number of games between the two teams over the years, most notably in the playoffs the last few seasons which have been full of dramatics.
These games were no different.
On Friday I saw possibly the most amazing moment of attending a sporting event in my life.
If you’ve been to the (awful) new Yankee Stadium, you’ll know a couple things. The seats in the 400 level (where the poors sit, like me) are super ridiculously high up and far back. And also it’s a disaster going to the subway after the game. So for the 9th inning I always head down and stand behind the 100 level to watch the final three outs of the game. Quick subway access and actually a good view.
Enter Sandman. Mariano Rivera comes in. Every time I see Rivera I wonder if it’ll be the last time I’ll get to. I get chills as he runs onto the field.
Two outs. Runner on second. Up comes Miguel Cabrera.
He fouls a pitch off his knee. He’s in a ton of pain. I think he’s coming out of the game, going on the DL, ending his season.
He stays in.
Fouls another cutter off his leg. He’s in a lot of pain, clearly getting his leg amputated, might die in front of out eyes.
He stays in.
Next pitch Cabrera hits the ball to dead center field, 420 feet. Home run. Game tied.
Not in joy or anger. But because I was watching something not possible. I’m one of those sports fans who isn’t very animated (in fact, this game I kept score and listened to the game on the radio on headphones and oh my god I’m never kissing a girl again).
The crowd is dumbfounded. It was one of those moments when we look back on the career of Miguel Cabrera, our Ted Williams, we’ll see replays of. I have never been so in the moment at a sporting event before.
I had softball Saturday (the Crosstown Jerks won both, by the way, go Jerks). I go back Sunday. And what does Cabrera do that game?
Douchebag of the Week: NFL Pre-Season
Last week I was all excited about football starting back up again. And then I remembered the NFL preseason is not football. It’s the worst.
So let’s say you are a professional sports league. Let’s say that in your league your employees tend to suffer from debilitating brain/body injuries. So let’s make them play more games! Four preseason games in an insane amount of games to play for no reason other than to ruin fantasy football teams.
At least it gives the fans a chance to see their favorite players at a more affordable rate oh wait they charge full price for tickets and the real players don’t even get to play because they don’t want them to suffer debilitation injuries.
And then there’s Tom Brady. Sure it was in practice, but it looked bad. And when Tom Brady starts to get hurt before the season starts, things become a problem.
Maybe the game is just too violent. Maybe players always have been getting hurt and always will. Maybe Tom Brady should let his hair grow out again. Maybe that’s the worst idea ever. But everyone just wants football to start. No one wants to see guys get hurt. The preseason is a bigger tease than my girlfriend, am I right? (I’m wrong, I clearly stated I am undatable earlier).
The best part of the NFL preseason is it ending. So I guess we’re a little bit closer to that now?