The end of two seasons... kind of

With the NBA finals coming to a merciful end and the NHL awards show uneventfully concluding, two seasons have effectively come to an end. Well, unless, of course, you want to include the NBA draft into this season but then we'd just be arguing over semantics. So with those two (I won't say major because hockey is sliding that much) league's play, it's time to get used to baseball posts. So, I submit to you, the reader:

Which did you really find most surprising, or interesting from last night's events? Well, Sidney Crosby cleaned up at the NHL awards, but, come on now, that was completely predictable. How about the Spurs winning the NBA championship against a beleaguered-looking Cavaliers team? Well, I did think LeBron could've stolen at least one game at home; but he'll be back, don't you worry.

So, the reason I had to stay late at work, the lowly Kansas City Royals managed to put 17 runs up on the board against St. Louis in their cross-state rivalry. If you saw that coming, you must be clairvoyant. It was almost as if they wanted to get all of their scoring out of the way for one season last night. And if you can tell me the last Canadian, or even player, to come up with two triples in one game, you deserve some sort of prize Disclaimer: I don't give out prizes.

She had good fundamentals

An interesting tidbit that I feel fell through the cracks of the sporting world’s sewer into obscurity occurred three days ago. Chamique Holdsclaw retired only a few games into the WNBA season. Do you care? Of course not. But this woman was supposed to be the female Michael Jordan or, at least, one of brightest stars in the league. You should be thinking that maybe you’ve heard the name now, but still probably not. Holdsclaw played for the L.A. Sparks and was a six-time all-star and averaged nearly 18 points and 8 rebounds per game over her career. This year, her numbers were slightly down, but still impressive.

What really irks me about this story is that even the players aren’t taking this league seriously any more. How could anyone truly become a fan of a league that has its players –much less best players- quitting mid-season.

The NBA has forced its sister league unto us for far too long now; in fact, it was a bad idea from the very start. Sure, they have good fundamentals, but so does Tim Duncan. Who would you rather watch? A bunch of women running around bricking shots or a man that’s on his way to his fourth world title? The answer should Duncan every time because, quite frankly, he may eve n be more attractive than some of the WNBA players.

Give it up girls, your league’s a joke.

Happy 200th post!

I'm actually really happy that the boringest day in sports didn't have the luxury of hosting the 200th post for this humble blog, but, truth be told, I wouldn't have posted if it was.

It looks like the sporting Gods found a way to come back after my last post asked if June 11 was “the boringest day of the sports year?” While we knew that game 3 of LeBron vs. San Antonio was happening, Justin Verlander gave us a surprise in the form of a no hitter against the NL-central leading Milwaukee Brewers. But which was more interesting?

Well, honestly, by now you all should know that the NBA finals are a fore-gone conclusion. Especially after the non-call last night on LeBron’s game tying three-point attempt. The officiating in the playoffs has been downright disgraceful. It wouldn’t surprise me if Tim Duncan handed David Stern a bag with a dollar sign on it in exchange for the Naismith trophy after their game four win.

Verlander, on the other hand, was a great story and fun to watch. I was on the edge of my seat when it came down to the ninth; but that could easily have been more attributed to Schilling blowing his chance last week more than anything. It’s always good to see a feat like this, especially against a division leading team like the Brewers who are no slouches on the offensive side of the ball. Granted that the no-hitter isn’t as rare as everyone thinks it is, but none the less, it is a record book feat.

Needless to say, Prince Fielder’s return to his dad’s stomping grounds was sufficiently spoiled.

The boringest day of the sports year?

It may just be... With the NFL in its off-season, the NBA finals on an off day and only five games on the MLB schedule, it seemed like nothing was happening yesterday in the world of sports. Even sports that are on the outside of the big-3 like Hockey, Auto racing, Tennis, Golf and even Lacrosse didn't have an event taking place or, in the slightest, note-worthy news.

So, being the spotlight stealer that he is, Barry Bonds put the kibosh on his home run slump and pounded out number 747 of his career. Bonds had gone 33 at bats without a home run before blasting a Josh Towers offering over the centre-field wall. It was only his second homer since May 8.

While I did learn some interesting information while skimming through the Associated Press story, none stood out more than Barry's son's name. Apparently, his son serves as a batboy for the Giants sort of like how Dusty Baker's kid did before he was nearly injured in a collision at home plate. But, to the point, his son's name is Nikolai. I had no idea. I thought only soviet bloc hockey players or communists had a name like that. Well, it looks like Barry wanted another reason for people to dislike him; naming his offspring with commie-intonations.

The Spurs roll to a game 2 victory

You should know by the fact alone that the Spurs went into the half with the third largest lead in the finals ever (up 58-33) that this game was never going to go the Cavs way.

LeBron played down to about the level he was at during the first two Pistons games or the first of the season. Within the first three minutes, he had collected two fouls and air-balled a free throw attempt.

So with San Antonio in definite command and the series going to Cleveland for games three, four and five, the question is will King James even show up to this series? It’s an intriguing question. Even more so is, Whose fault is the Cavs performance? The Spur’s? LeBron’s? Their coach, Mike Brown’s? My vote goes to all of the above.