SSD: It's a Serious Problem, People!

Well my dear Sports Fans, I must apologize for my hiatus. I have been suffering from what I like to call SSD or, severe sports disappointment. It’s a rare form of depression that affects only those who have what may be considered an unhealthy passion for sports. Now don’t get this confused with SSW or Seasonal Sports Withdrawal. I go through that at the end of every NCAA football season and after March Madness. This folks, is a horse of a different color. I like to compare it to a bad break-up. You curl up in bed, eat a lot of ice cream and do all that is possible to stay away from anything that would remind you of your ex. In this analogy, I must stay away from all 300 ESPN channels, my fantasy baseball league, sports bars and especially Sports Center. It just hurts too much.

First I had to deal with the devastating loss of my Spartans in the Final Four. I am not one to make excuses for my teams when they lose, but come on, we got HOMERED! Even Hayward admitted he ‘may have’ gotten away with the foul against Green in the final seconds of the game. (Although my boy Green said he should have gone up harder. That folks, is why I love him.) It wasn’t even just the exceedingly one-sided foul calls in the second half, it was even the possession calls. I mean it’s pretty rare that a team with almost a 12% better field goal percentage loses. Ok, we made our mistakes i.e. 16 turnovers leading to 20 points and our unusually poor free throw shooting. I still think we deserved and should have won that game. I’m not dwelling, can you tell? Next year boys, next year.

Then there was that tiny ray of hope when my boy Phil Mickelson won The Masters and that adulterous bastard (I used to love you, Tiger!) looked like an amateur. However I was still too downtrodden from Michigan State’s defeat to enjoy the win as much as I would have liked. I am at least healed enough to say this: Phil, I think you are a class act for sticking by your wife, family and mother through one of the hardest battles anyone on earth ever has to fight. Oh and also, I love your shiny pants.

But alas my ray of hope was shattered…

Then came the first blow. The overrated, self righteous Tim Tebow was drafted not only first round but to my State’s team, the Denver Broncos. Ok, McDaniels, what was your logic? You have Brady Quinn AND Kyle Orton already. Is another mediocre QB really the best idea? I’m sorry, I like Brady Quinn and Kyle Orton and I think given the chance they will do something in the NFL; but Tebow doesn’t have the fortitude. He can’t be successful in the NFL when he’s not yet been weaned from Mama Bear, Urban Meyer. After losing Brandon Marshall and having a pretty sad looking, injury laden O-Line our pick could have been much better used.

Then I was given a false sense of security with my Nuggets pulling through with a big win against my arch enemies the LA Lakers [minus you, Shannon Brown] on April 8th. But all in all the loss of George Karl (and maybe even Mello’s ego a little bit…) proved to be a hurdle the size of the Great Wall that we just could not overcome. At least my boy Chauncey had a damn good season.

If I even bring up the Pistons season I might re-enter my state of SSD, so let’s not go there.

Now, where do I even start with the Red Wings. To be honest I could barely watch any of their games because they looked pretty ugly at times. Despite Franzen‘s game 4 effort against the Sharks, which can only be described as a thing of beauty, my boys just couldn’t pull it together. I obviously hate Chicago and I used to be a Sharks fan in the days of Jeff Friesen, so I guess I have to say, GO SHARKS! Although by saying this… I may have burdened them with whatever kind of cosmic curse has been placed on any team I root for.

Lastly my boy Grandy gets injured! Seriously? That was it. The final straw. He was the backbone to my fantasy team and just my boy in general. He may only be on the 15 day DL but come on universe, give my teams and players a break would ya?!

It’s all ok though. I made a breakthrough in SSD therapy and turned on ‘Jim Rome’ and ‘Around the Horn’ today. My sports therapist also recommend that I talk out my frustration. So there you have it. I have to make a full recovery before MSU football starts; a State fan needs all the strength they can gather to make it through the season without a breakdown.

King Leonidas Leads His Boys To Battle

Alright so maybe I am biased but I’m getting a little sick of hearing about Butler being a Cinderella or an underdog in this year’s final four. They are a #5 seed people! (For those readers who don’t know, my Spartans are also a #5 seed) This is as close as the competition can get but I do think MSU has an edge and here is my back-up.

First point of argument is Sophomore Draymond Green. Not many people realize that Green is in fact a sixth man. (Nix being Izzo’s usual choice for power forward). Green is not only great at finishing underneath but as of late he seems to be channeling the outside range of the greatly missed Spartan, Goran Suton. Green’s knowledge of the game is arguably the best in the NCAA. His one-handed dish underneath to Raymar Morgan to draw the foul and ultimately win the game against Tennessee was not luck or an accident people. It’s knowing the court. It’s seeing not only your next move but the next move of the nine other guys out there. Green does just that and that’s why he leads his team in assist to turn-over ratio, steals, blocks and rebounds. Now obviously, as a post, leading the team in blocks and rebounds is not an anomaly, but very few non-starters lead their team in anything let alone four important aspects of the game. He is second only to Kalin Lucas in assists, 3.1 to Lucas’s 4.0 and this Big Ten’s sixth man of the year averages 25.4 minutes a game. Because of his deep understanding of the game he is teaming up with Korie Lucious (whose fade-away jumpers and outside shooting are things of beauty) to fill the bronzed shoes of the injury laden Kalin Lucas.

Then we have the bench as a whole. When healthy, it’s easily a ten deep bench. State has seven men who average over 20 minutes a game whereas Butler is wearing out their big five with 25+ minutes and the next highest being only 15.8. You’ll hear it all the time, MSU is a second half team. Well readers, that’s because we wear the other team down before the end of the first 20. My boys will still be coming off their screens full speed and getting the backdoor while the other team has their hands on their knees and just praying their coach will sub them out.

Michigan State has struggled this year with giving up too many offensive boards, not finishing underneath and the Achilles heel (no pun intended Kalin) TURNOVERS. But I have faith. State is a tournament team. They love the pressure. They learned what it’s like to be humiliated in a championship game and I can tell you right now those boys won’t let it happen again.

Sure, Butler has home court advantage but they don’t have Tom Izzo.

Bright Light Leaves Fading City

Those damn Yankees just won’t stop waving around all that money they’ve got, will they? On December 8th, the Yanks tightened the purse strings of the attendance struggling Detroit Tigers, by taking All-Star Curtis Granderson off their hands. According to USA Today, Granderson was owed $25.75 million through 2012. All of the residents in Detroit combined don’t have that kind of money these days.

Unfortunately, Granderson was just the kind of light the fading city of Detroit needed. Not only were #28’s baseball achievements last season quite impressive (30 home runs, 71 RBI's, 20 steals), he was also voted 2009 Marvin Miller, Man of the Year by his peers. Although the southpaw’s batting average has been looking like the Dow Jones over the last few years, he has proved himself to be one of the best in the league; on and off the field.

In 2006, when he beat out Nook Logan for the starting centerfield position, even the untrained eye could see he had something special in him. With career highlights such as last season’s mind-boggling catch in the crucial game against the White Sox, (where a win would send the Tigers to the American League Central tie-breaker game against the Twins) and a seat as an elite member of baseball’s 20-20-20 club (20 doubles-20 triples-20 homers in a season) Granderson has continually proved a force to be reckoned with.

In a sports world of heartless Michael Vicks, arrogant Terrell Owenses and holier than thou Allen Iversons, Granderson is doing everything in his power to regain the good name of athletes. As one of the few college graduates currently in Major League Baseball, he seems to recognize the significance and value of a proper education. In 2008 he founded "The Grand Kids Foundation" which provides supplies, equipment, books, etc… to needy families and inner-city schools. On top of all this, he was recently asked to work with First Lady Michelle Obama on her Anti-Obesity campaign in D.C. Believe it or not, I have only hit the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his humanitarian efforts.

So this, readers, this is my farewell to a bright light of the Tigers and a beacon of the city of Detroit. As much as I hate those damn Yankees, I will cheer for you wherever you go in your career, Mr. Granderson. Rock those pinstripes.

You say, "You play ball like a girl!" I say, "Thank you."

I always knew I wasn’t like other little girls. It never bothered me, or seemed strange. I never longed to be like the pretty little girls in dresses with their hair done just right. I never wanted to watch “My Little Pony” or “Care Bares”. I never pretended to be a princess or a damsel in distress. I didn’t pine for a Malibu Barbie or a Cabbage Patch Kid.

Nope. Not this little mongrel. I wore Michigan State sweatshirts and my Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls with holes in the knees. I would come home from a day full of mischief with my long, stringy, blonde hair knotted, dirty and going every which way. The hair tie my mother so hopefully put in would, inevitably, be so tangled in my dishwater mane it would have to be cut out. I watched Batman (of the Michael Keaton variety) and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels repeatedly. I pretended to be Vicki Vale and would walk around with my reporter’s notepad trying to dig up the truth about the viciously corrupt Gotham City that was my family’s ten acres of land. I longed to play with my big brother’s brand new Nintendo. Usually, while he played Nintendo, I would settle for stealing his Gameboy and hiding in my mom’s largest suitcase with a flashlight in order to play Tetris unseen and therefore, un-punched. I think I’ve painted my picture.

It all started with Michigan State football. My family bleeds green and white. I’m a State fan through and through. It’s not something I chose to be it is something I was born to be. The thing is, if you are born a Michigan State football fan with it comes some serious resentment towards your parents. To this day I ask my mother, “Why? Why did you do this to me? It’s a lifetime of heartache, upset and pain.” I fully blame this for my fear of commitment. Why would I want a relationship? Why would I want to worry about throwing a shoe at a boyfriend after he forgets my birthday for the second year in a row when I have four months out of the year where I throw it at my 47 inch plasma after we get flagged ten for yet another holding penalty? My holy matrimony to Michigan State gives me enough angst, yelling and sadness for a lifetime, thank you very much.

Little did I know, Michigan State football was just the beginning. At about three years old I started going to my older brother’s hockey tournaments and baseball games. At six, I attended my first girl’s college basketball game with my dad and become completely enthralled with the sport. (More on that life changing event another time) Then two younger brothers were added into the equation. So there I was three brothers, a football crazy mother, and a state championship athlete of a father. Did I have any other choice? If I did, I’m glad I didn’t make it.

Then tonight, while watching the Spartan basketball team beat THEMSELVES for the third game in a row, I decided I needed an outlet. My girlfriends don’t give two shits about my in-depth game analysis, and the more I talk to guys about sports the more they forget I’m a girl and put me in the “friend zone”. Not that I am worried about being in the “friend zone” for dating purposes but for the pure fact that guys then start to think it’s ok to give me a wicked Charlie horse in the thigh. Hey, I may be a tough-ass tomboy but I bruise like a peach.

Don’t worry; I won’t just be talking Michigan State here. I will be covering all my favorite highlights of what’s going on in sports. (We’re talking the real sports here people, I don’t do soccer.) I could be bitching about what quarter back is seriously overrated (that’s you Tony Romo and Tim Tebow) or praising the gods amongst mere mortals (that’s you Lebron).

What it comes down to is this: I wanted to find a way to combine two of my favorite things, and since it’s too hard to play basketball and drink Jameson at the same time, I figured I would settle for writing about sports. ..