Tim Tebow attended a Yankees game last night at the Stadium (if you are a Yankees fan, there is only one "stadium") where the fans booed him. This, despite the fact that he was wearing a Yankees cap and did not, so far as the news stories go, take a knee or quote scripture or throw a wounded duck that missed the open man. Just sat in his seat, like a well-behaved fan, and watched the ball game.
The wire stories contained no quotations from fans explaining why they booed Tebow. One assumes they were not refugee fans from some Southeastern Conference team still smarting over a loss to the Gators. Or backers of some player he beat out for the Heisman. Or Broncos faithful who believe he should have taken the team further in the playoffs.
Perhaps they were fans of the football Giants, booing Tebow because he is now a member of the New York Jets? Home fans, in other words. But Tebow was sitting with Dwayne Wade of the Miami Heat, rivals of the Knicks and while he was booed when first introduced, fans cheered when he waved his Yankees cap.
Could be the fans were just exhibiting a bit of big city surliness. Letting the rube know he is no longer in the sticks and that in his new home, when you call someone 'nice,' it isn't a compliment. Maybe New Yorkers were telling Tim that they just don't like his style.
The Peyton Manning tour has evidently ended in Denver, where he will play for the Broncos, and one almost wishes it could have gone on a little longer. It was a nice relief from that other road show we hear so much about—namely, the presidential campaign.
Ted Leonsis, the owner of the NHL's Washington Capitals, the NBA's Washington Wizards, the WNBA's Washington Mystics, and the Verizon Center in downtown Washington, D.C., has had enough of President Obama's class warfare rhetoric. Here's Leonsis's take, from his personal blog:
If I were smarter than I am I might be able to argue myself into believing that there’s hope for the Washington Nationals. If I were more realistic than I am I would define “hope” downward to mean merely the possibility, however remote, that the team could win almost as many games as they lose this year. But I’m dumb and unrealistic enough to know this is a foolish fantasy: The Nats are cellar dwellers, doomed to defeat, this year and probably next.
To get in the mood for today's Kentucky Derby, I highly recommend reading WEEKLY STANDARD senior editor Lee Smith's recent reminiscence of attending the event as a child. After all, not many people can say that their grandfather owned the thoroughbred that won the run for the roses:
Hot Stove League action picked up this past week as the Boston nine pulled ahead of their Bronx rivals with the acquisition of Carl Crawford and Adrian Gonzalez. In the senior circuit, the Philadelphia club signed the game’s top southpaw hurler in Cliff Lee—just as one of the greatest right-handers ever to throw a baseball passed away at the age of 92.
In one of the last interviews with Bob Feller before he died last week at the age of 92, the hall-of-famer said that, “trying to sneak a fastball by Ted Williams was like trying to sneak a sunbeam by a rooster.”
Having just been to Dallas this past weekend, I can tell you no one, and I mean no one, wants to talk about NFL football down there. They'll talk sports—including the Rangers and college football—but there will be no mention of the Dallas Cowboys, America's Team. On Sunday I visited an old college buddy and his family who live in a Dallas suburb, and not once do I recall seeing a Cowboys flag hanging from a front porch or out of a car window. (My friend sported a Notre Dame sweatshirt and said he couldn't be happier to see his home team losing. Like many, he has an almost visceral hatred toward the owner, Jerry Jones, for reasons too numerous to list in this blog.)
Funny what the game of golf can drive a man to do—and no, I'm not talking about Tiger Woods. Rather, when I learned of a package deal involving unlimited golf at the Phoenician hotel in Scottsdale, Arizona, I took advantage of it faster than a Masters champion takes advantage of a cocktail waitress. (Okay, that time I was referring to Tiger.)
At the Washington Examiner today, David Freddoso explains the faulty logic in the D.C. Council's justification for the heavily-subsidized Nationals Park:
Here's some helpful analysis of President Obama's first pitch today. It specifically critiques last year's pitch, but since he's shown no signs of improvement in the last year, it's equally relevant today.
As much as I feel it is my bloggerly duty to snark about how Obama throws like a Democrat, I must confess that the one time I took the mound (in third grade), I walked at least five batters.
“I was a little disappointed by the pitch,” Obama said. It's okay Mr. President, I know how you feel.
