This isn’t really a Long Beach story, but the above picture is the meaning of sports. Western Oregon senior Sara Tucholsky had never homered, and when she injured herself hitting her first, the opposition carried her around the bases so she wouldn’t have to settle for a single.
Cheers to photographer Blake Wolf for so perfectly capturing the moment so ESPN’s Graham Hays could write an article so they could spotlight it on SportsCenter. What an unselfish act. What a great moment in sport.
– I’m happy Avery Johnson got fired. In his first two seasons as an NBA head coach he won 73 percent of the regular season, and took his team to the Finals. I’m happy because now he doesn’t have to work for Mark Cuban. Mark Cuban’s mop-headed, goofy smile reminds me of that one mom down the street. The mom that’s at every event, even if her son isn’t participating. She’s loud, and a little bit of a dork, but she thinks everyone likes her. And she’s never satisfied with her son’s accomplishments. When he makes honor roll, she won’t let him live down that Science Fair disqualification. She just hangs it over his head. I can be happy for that kid when he moves away for college. Far away. So fly young Avery, you’re a good coach, and you’ll be a lot better off without Momma Cuban.
– I believe in Karma, and NY Ranger Sean Avery’s lacerated spleen is my proof. A few weeks ago, he’s doing the hokey pokey in front of Devils goaltender Martin Brodeur, and now he can’t even lace ‘em up, let alone move without pain. His ridiculous attempt to shield Brodeur’s view of the puck was so absolutely bush league that the NHL made a rule about it mid-playoffs. No one else in the history of the game of hockey was cheap enough to shadow dance with the goalie, so there was never any reason for the rule. Somewhere, Brodeur just chuckled.
– It’s official; we will suffer through six more seasons of the BCS. A group of University butt plugs voted, and only the ACC was behind a four-team playoff. What are the big football conferences so afraid of!? According to ESPN, it’s academics, the season length, and that it might become a slippery slope to an eight or 16-team playoff. God forbid. The academics don’t seem to matter while the same old white men stuff their pockets in March, and college basketball is a five-month season the same as football, including January. Too many games!? Just don’t schedule Our Lady Of Perpetual Guilt Nun University every September if you’re so worried. Are these guys under the impression their schools are going to be in the four-team playoff every year, and that’s a problem for them? No. I think they read Bob Keisser’s “Collage football is crazy!” articles, and all of a sudden realized it’s not 1960. There’s parody now, and they realized their schools might not get the automatic money the Rose Bowl brings every year. That’s right Big Ten, I’m looking at you. You get behind it and everyone follows. So, freaking step up and take the pay cut if need be. I’m sure you can afford it, and the playoff will only increase the sports popularity, in turn making you and the school’s more money. Recently, I told LBPOSTSports publisher Robert Garcia that I’m more a college football fan than NFL, because my most cherished memories are watching Penn State football with my Dad, his alma mater. I want to change my answer now to the NFL. Talk to me in six years.
Wow, I haven’t sounded that angry since the first episode of SportsNight.