Now Batting for Los Angeles . . .
Bill Whalen ·
Jun 28, 2011 at 11:21am
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Re: Now Batting for Los Angeles . . .
Bill, you cruel, cruel man. It should be noted, for the record, that the Dodgers reacted to the news by absolutely throttling the Minnesota Twins yesterday, 15-0 (apologies to Lileks). This was, of course, historic. It marked the first time in the history of Major League Baseball that the number of runs scored by the winning team equaled the number of dollars in their owner's bank account.
This is truly a sad period for the city of Los Angeles, where the Dodgers have long reigned supreme. I was at Dodger Stadium on Friday night for the first game of the freeway series with the Angels and there were entire sections of the stadium that were empty. There's only one solution that's consistent with the razzle-dazzle of the City of Angels ... Mark Cuban.
Edited on Jun 28, 2011 at 6:00pmOct '10
Re: Now Batting for Los Angeles . . .
Glad that I am a Yankee fan.
All of the other city’s baseball ownership and Commissioner Bud Selig deserve being humiliated by this display in Los Angeles. No replay, 4 hour games, too long a season, and union-thug mindset against any change/evolution will doom the sport to “soccer” popularity levels in 2 decades time.
Mark Cuban is too smart to get involved with the dying sport of baseball. He should buy an NFL team.
Aug '10
Re: Now Batting for Los Angeles . . .
From an early baseball conversation, but more appropriate here now:
Out here in LA, the whole town is caught up in following the shenanigans of a greedy old gangster from Boston who fled here to live the high life, squire-ing his dessicated moll about the tony Westside.
He lived a life of rapacious criminality, a Midas in reverse, everyone he touched- he took their gold. In his wake lie only the bereft and the benumbed, and the reporters who cover them.
But Johnny Law has found him out, and now he must give an account for his sins. The forensic accountants have already begun his autopsy.
I speak of course of the notorious outlaw Frank McCourt. From my beloved Dodgers he has wrought a tale of woe that leaves his namesake (the author) stupified with jealousy.
So who's this Whitey Bulger fella?