Still Keeping Score

As one of craziest nights of baseball wrapped up last night, ESPN baseball guru Tim Kurkjian said he essentially witnessed the "greatest regular season night in the history of the game."  A bold statement indeed, but it only took me a few moments to completely agree with him. I know, a blog is supposed to kick up some dust, throw a little controversy on an otherwise glorious occasion.  However, I am choosing to enjoy the afterglow. A lot of tight races down the stretch, and yet nothing like four teams staying alive for two wild card playoff spots on the last day, deadlocked in the standings.  Both the American and National Leagues had slated not one, but two extra games today if needed. As if that wasn't drama enough, most of the games lived well beyond expectation in the thriller department.  The relentless run of the St. Louis Cardinals provided the only timely result by putting away the Houston Astros 8-0 on the road.  The only person who believed the Cards could pu

Media members across our great land, and a substantive number of Denver Bronco faithful keep asking the question, but the team has answered it a whole bunch. The recurring question that continues to haunt the locker room and Twitter accounts seems to be, "When is Tim Tebow going to play?" Not now.  That has been the answer since the NFL solved the lockout that was going to cost us all part or the entire season fans are currently enjoying.  Or not enjoying for Bronco fans after the later than usual kick-off as part of the second half of a Monday Night Football debacle. This is part of the problem.  A lot of fans don't like the answer.  And they really hate the answer of "not now" regarding the team's former first round pick when the home team played like they forgot how to play against the much hated arch rival Raiders. A valid question, that deserves some examination, but not so much.  We don't need Mel Kiper Jr., or CSI New York to help solve this c

The ancient television show from my youth was called, "Eight is Enough," and it was a vastly mediocre comedy/drama show about a family with, you guessed it, eight kids.  Because we all know too many kids can be overwhelming, which reminds me of all the screaming children remaining in the Big-12.  Or as I enjoyed referring to them as the Texas Ten. Eight teams was certainly enough for the old Big Eight, the old Southwest Conference, the older PAC-8, and even the SEC in the way back machine.  Twelve seems to enough now, but of course, this time last year sixteen teams was the magic number for the 'Super' Conference.  The aforementioned Super Conference theory looked inevitable after the departure of Colorado and Nebraska from the Big-12, and the wild game of musical chairs between the WAC and the Mountain West Conferences, that the world of college football was destined or doomed, depending on perspective, to move into at least four sixteen team conferences and openin

I could always go crazy for soccer, but I think there are plenty of fans of the sport who would crowd me out of my attempt to go insane for the game.  Instead, I am finally going sane for soccer.  And instantly, as a true fan of the sport, I must immediately apologize to the rest of the world, because I meant football. Of course, at this point, anyone who ever heard me on the radio, way back when, or ever read one of my newspaper columns, or online ravings, or even just a long time associate, is wondering how I can include the words "sane" and "soccer" in the same sentence.  There, now I've gone and done it, twice now. Yes, soccer, I mean football. Via the addition of grey hairs, and far fewer hairs overall, Mother Nature is telling me I am getting older, perhaps a little wiser.  I could be one of those folks who gets set in their ways and cheer for the same teams, same sports and eat the same breakfast until that final buzzer of life sounds, but not me.