<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:39.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>                      Random Sports Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Trust Me, I'm Right

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-112975171495774673</id><published>2005-10-19T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:55:14.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't get to edit it this because of work but I wanted to get it up to be timely so just enjoy it in all its messy goodness.------------------------------------------One year ago today Curt Schilling took the mound in Yankee Stadium with sutures in his ankle. There would have been enough drama involved if all he was pitching against was 86 years of pain and futility to a team and fan base that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/112975171495774673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/112975171495774673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112975171495774673' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-110784508457220109</id><published>2005-02-08T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:44:44.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Their was once a time when Boston was known as Loserville. Not exactly an easy thought to hold here in Championship City these days, but it was true only five years ago. Before Adam Vinatieri kicked the Superbowl winning field goal as time expired in New Orleans against the "Greatest Show on Turf" (and a 14 point spread), Boston was a source of great disappointment and letdown for fifteen years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/110784508457220109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/110784508457220109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110784508457220109' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109894781190003799</id><published>2004-10-28T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T03:16:51.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 27th, 2004The impossible, the improbable, the unbelievable - they all came true.My God.It really happened.Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109894781190003799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109894781190003799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109894781190003799' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109889365169018599</id><published>2004-10-27T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:14:11.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can honestly say that I am at such a loss for words to describe what is taking place right now.I am so caught off guard about what might take place very soon.I always figured I would know how to feel, or what to expect.  But the truth is I am so bewildered that I actually appear calm.  Almost like these games are being played in April.I always hoped this day might come, but I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109889365169018599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109889365169018599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889365169018599' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109856862040685674</id><published>2004-10-23T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:57:00.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forget the 3-0 deficit, forget the incredible extra inning games in 4 and 5, or Schilling's Lazarus-like performance in 6, even Johnny Damon's grand slam in the 7th, by the end of the series one very simple but very incredible fact was true: the Boston Red Sox had beaten the New York Yankees.There it was. It was over and the Boston Red Sox had beaten the New York Yankees.One year after a lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109856862040685674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109856862040685674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109856862040685674' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109839648865331918</id><published>2004-10-21T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:08:08.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might have a new entry in me.Haha.Just the most incredible thing I've ever seen in sports in my lifetime.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109839648865331918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109839648865331918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109839648865331918' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108675124340563774</id><published>2004-06-08T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:20:43.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just A QuickieWatching Dave Andreychuk win his first hockey championship EVER (yes, ever, as in not just the 22 years he spent in the NHL, but the 35 total years of his life he spent playing hockey) last night was the type of payoff sports fans live for, or at least I live for.  What a wonderful moment to watch.  He was even humble after being awarded Lord Stanley's Cup, trying to pass it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108675124340563774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108675124340563774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675124340563774' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108561092987267693</id><published>2004-05-26T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:36:34.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Sports Town In AmericaLast night's Red Sox game had one of those moments where I am completely awed and proud of where my allegiances lie.  In the 8th inning of a 12-2 Sox blowout, 28-year-old Andy Dominique came to bat for his first major league at bat.  They put that up on the scoreboard and 30,000 plus fans stood on their feet and started chanting Andy.  I felt nervous for him, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108561092987267693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108561092987267693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561092987267693' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108517903782494987</id><published>2004-05-21T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:47:13.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoooooooooooooooooThere has been a very stupid discussion going on today among the sports media.Should Texas fans boo Alex Rodriguez tonight?Have I missed something?  Did I make up this past offseason?  Did the entire sports media take a vacation from November to March?Of course they should.  They should boo Alex Rodriguez until he cries.  I don't care if it takes 10 years, they should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108517903782494987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108517903782494987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108517903782494987' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108493615385951470</id><published>2004-05-18T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:09:13.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PerfectionRandy Johnson just pitched the 17th perfect game in MLB history.  Even more remarkable is that he was the oldest pitcher ever to do so at age 40.  Here's a Hall of Fame pitcher, maybe the best left-handed pitcher of all time, who was left for dead last year after a subpar season in which he had knee surgery.This is why you never count out great athletes.  They operate at a different</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108493615385951470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108493615385951470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493615385951470' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108486178783040814</id><published>2004-05-18T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T02:29:47.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Longest Season of The Longest JourneyWe're only six weeks into a six month long season and it already feels like the 2004 season has been going on for about five years.Actually, it has only been about two and a half.Let's understand something right now.  The 2003 season never ended; the 2004 season never began.  Instead they merged into one long existence in which the Red Sox and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108486178783040814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108486178783040814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486178783040814' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108457671790707409</id><published>2004-05-14T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:18:37.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Favorite Ever &amp; NowHanging above my bed is a home-white, game-worn Boston Bruins jersey.  It's an older jersey, the kind that every Bruins fan wishes the team still wore as they did for decades prior to moving into the FleetCenter. This jersey is special; this jersey played in the Boston Garden.  The spoked-B faces the wall, showing not the team but rather the name and number of the man who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108457671790707409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108457671790707409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108457671790707409' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108447094474739198</id><published>2004-05-13T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T13:55:44.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duh-Duh-Duh, Duh-Duh-DuhWhen I was a younger, summer vacations meant three to four hours a day watching SportsCenter when I woke up.Yes, three or four hours.  I would just leave ESPN on and let the same episode air over and over again.  By the third episode I could recite along with the anchors as they called highlights and I waited to see the best highlights from the previous night.I was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108447094474739198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108447094474739198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108447094474739198' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108390527197097553</id><published>2004-05-07T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:51:05.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um, Something About a Web and Deception..........I Don't KnowThere's nothing worse than making a prediction and not telling anyone about it before it comes true.  Unless of course you were going to tell that prediction to a bookie in the form of a wager, but I digress.My first thought when I heard about Major League Baseball's plan to put spider webs on the bases promoting the second Spider </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108390527197097553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108390527197097553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390527197097553' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108232687259584361</id><published>2004-04-18T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:25:18.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Has Our Captain Gone?So this is it.  Game 7 of a series that should be over.  So what the hell happened?  It's actually a matter of what didn't happen.  And what didn't happen was number 19, the captain Joe Thornton, never showed up.Through six games the Bruins best player has recorded the following stat line 0-0-0.  That's zero goals, zero assists, and added together to make zero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108232687259584361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108232687259584361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232687259584361' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108139288914644581</id><published>2004-04-07T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:57:33.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What? What's this? An update?Over the last 2 months I have been very busy with the following things: school, a Steve Martin play, and going to the West Coast.  Oh, also at one point I was in the middle of an entry following the A-Rod trade and it was lost because my sister was in a car accident.  All of these things coupled with a disappointing lack of motivation to write here (I mean, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108139288914644581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108139288914644581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139288914644581' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107612863668140843</id><published>2004-02-06T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:38:59.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice Try GuysThey didn’t do it.They didn’t pull it off.Miracle is good.  Pretty good.  Maybe even really good.  But honestly, that was almost a given considering that the very story is so amazing.  Good doesn’t get it done though.  Good just isn’t enough.  Seabiscuit was good.  This is bigger than a horse; this is bigger than a movie.  It just might have been too big to try.Miracle does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107612863668140843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107612863668140843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612863668140843' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107604163500853792</id><published>2004-02-05T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:30:01.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BU's Greatest Sports AlumThe following is a column that I wrote for the Daily Free Press, since it wasn't chosen, I am going to post it here.  I don't really like it all that much, but my friend Seth maintains that it is a great column, so here it is.Please keep in mind, this was written for a Boston University paper and audience and was meant to run just after Martin Luther King Jr. Day.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107604163500853792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107604163500853792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604163500853792' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107570443929091361</id><published>2004-02-02T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T01:48:57.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Didn't CoverWHO CARES!!!!!WAAAHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107570443929091361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107570443929091361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570443929091361' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107545136932092694</id><published>2004-01-30T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T03:31:04.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mean, 14 in a Row.  IN A ROWI wrote this last night.  Enjoy.  And if you take my advice and bet, send me money when you win.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you are betting on the Superbowl, let me tell you 4 reasons why you should bet on the Pats. 1) The Patriots don't just win, they almost ALWAYS COVER! A-L-W-A-Y-S. Do you realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107545136932092694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107545136932092694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545136932092694' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107536267259375031</id><published>2004-01-29T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:31:29.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update ComingI have an 1800 word column that will be posted by midnight tomorrow on why you should bet the Pats, even laying the points.Be prepared.Update:Sometimes blogger publishes a post that you didn't want published.  So if my long "Bet on the Pats" post is showing, disregard any errors or sloppiness because it isn't edited yet and I wrote it from 1am to 3 am in an almost stream of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107536267259375031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107536267259375031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107536267259375031' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107497794723991886</id><published>2004-01-24T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T16:00:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Interview Was a Mistake I MadeI recently sat down for an interview with Pete Rose following his admission to betting on baseball 14 years ago.  Pete showed up to the interview with his hair freshly dyed “pumpkin,” wearing a yellow pinstriped suit.  He sat straddling the chair like a man riding a horse.The following is a transcript of what took place.M: Hi Pete, thanks for agreeing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107497794723991886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107497794723991886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497794723991886' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107448093949417500</id><published>2004-01-18T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:57:03.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUPERBOUND!Just got in from the AFC CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!After I collect my thoughts I'll write an entry about it.  But just know/remember this:No one ever sat down during the game.  No one, ever.  We stood from warmups until we walked out screaming and cheering our title and trip to the Superbowl.Unbelievable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107448093949417500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107448093949417500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448093949417500' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107349725410694449</id><published>2004-01-07T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:42:07.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's.........Alive?What is the only thing I feel I NEED to do before my trip to New York City tomorrow?Buy a Red Sox hat.You are damn right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107349725410694449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107349725410694449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349725410694449' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107176517866599560</id><published>2003-12-18T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:33:51.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bud, Please Do Something Right For OnceI can't believe that the greatest story in offseason history is going on during my final exams.  I just don't have time to address this in depth, but I will say that I think that worst case scenario will be Bud Selig will stepping in and approving the deal and that this will become the biggest thing in owner-union relationships since Curt Flood.Bud will/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107176517866599560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107176517866599560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176517866599560' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107163362620592839</id><published>2003-12-16T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:01:18.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Believe in CursesShould Arod wear number 3 in Boston?I think so.  Just seems all too fitting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107163362620592839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107163362620592839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163362620592839' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107095010431995809</id><published>2003-12-09T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T01:09:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy BusySorry about the lack of updates, but school has kept me very busy as of late.  Hopefully in the next few days I will get a good entry in.  A few quick points:---Pete Carroll is one of the best coaches in college football.  Think about that Patriots fans.  Too bad the best team isn't playing for the National Championship.  What a joke of enormous proportions.---Nomar wants to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107095010431995809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107095010431995809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095010431995809' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107038931210853570</id><published>2003-12-02T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T13:22:45.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It'll Probably Be Top 5I am thinking of doing some end of the year lists.  Yes, yes I AM well aware that everyone and everything does an end of the year list, but there is a reason for it: it's easy.  Well, not easy as in you don't need to put in any effort or thought, but easy as in it is an established article that allows you to touch upon many topics and generate interest and conversation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107038931210853570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107038931210853570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038931210853570' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107008373708843251</id><published>2003-11-29T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T22:23:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gate 17 Departing from Phoenix to BostonTo be quite honest with you, I didn't think it was going to happen.  As each day passed on and on, and Curt showed about as much desire to come to Fenway Park as I do of donating my kidney to Alonzo Mourning, I feared that Curt would be wearing pinstripes next year and not red socks.I am honestly shocked this happened.  Not just that Curt actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107008373708843251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107008373708843251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107008373708843251' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106974541477974828</id><published>2003-11-25T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:05:27.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joy and PainWhy did I have to promise a new entry on a day when there are numerous interesting things to talk about?  Because I'm an idiot.  Anyway, lots of stuff to talk about so let's get right to it.---Curt Schilling might be the next member or the Boston Red Sox starting pitching staff in 2004.  Essentially, if the Sox can get an extension done with Schilling in the next two days, he will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106974541477974828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106974541477974828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974541477974828' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106913791918949073</id><published>2003-11-18T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:08:02.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caution: Have Sandwich Ready If you Want To Finish This in One ReadingThe MVP voting for both leagues this year couldn't be more different, but both are highly debatable and interesting.  Unlike its American League counterpart and its anyone can win contest, the National League Most Valuable Player race has only two horses running: "Likeable" Barry Bonds and "23-year-old" Albert Pujols.  From </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106913791918949073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106913791918949073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913791918949073' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106911396365451706</id><published>2003-11-17T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:14:36.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I Said ItNow baseball writers often do foolish things when voting for year-end awards. You know, like refuse to give Alex Rodriguez his rightfully earned MVP award year after year, but I have a hard time imagining that the majority of them aren't intelligent people. I wrote that only two days ago.  Sure enough  Roriguez won the AL MVP today.I do not know who the most valuable player </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106911396365451706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106911396365451706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911396365451706' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106893233682591022</id><published>2003-11-15T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T16:44:14.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's All Relative, ReallyOne of my favorite baseball writers, Rob Neyer, wrote the following about this year's NL Rookie of the Year Voting:A number of intelligent people are upset because Dontrelle Willis beat out Brandon Webb for the NL Rookie of the Year Award, and I can't say I blame them, considering that 1) Webb's ERA was significantly better than Willis', and 2) Webb's team plays in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106893233682591022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106893233682591022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106893233682591022' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106858322426879236</id><published>2003-11-11T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T15:40:21.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Dare YouExcuse me my faithful audience, but today's entry is really only for one person.  However, I feel I must address him and the situation.Ben, listen to me.  You are one of us, or at least you were.  But something has happened to you since you got that Oscar of yours, and I don't like it.  The rest of your brethren here in Red Sox Nation doesn't like it.  Forget the fact that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106858322426879236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106858322426879236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858322426879236' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106796990736394171</id><published>2003-11-04T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:18:25.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still KickingWhile Jeremy Wahlman might be the only one still checking this thing (thanks Jer, your support is inspiring), I assure you I have not given up on it.  It is just that recently I have been completely flabbergasted by what happened in the month of October.  I just can't will myself to write about anything without eventually it disintegrating into just another "Why Grady?" column.On</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106796990736394171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106796990736394171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796990736394171' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106645743556430489</id><published>2003-10-18T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T02:12:05.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Many sportswriters seem to be cynical and angry. As though spending thirty years being paid to follow games that they would watch anyway is just too much. But the older I get, and I'm still young, the more I understand. Sports, by nature, is negative. Each year for each sport there is only one champion. That means all things considered, you have a 29 in 30 chance of being a loser. And yes, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106645743556430489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106645743556430489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106645743556430489' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106637569326180985</id><published>2003-10-17T03:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T03:28:13.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The city is sad and its people weep.  Cars drive slower, with nowhere to go, running from what they cannot escape, hiding from what has already passed.  Up and down the sidewalks, people walk without aim and without focus.  No one speaks, for no one knows what to say.  The stars do not fall out of the sky, but fall out of sight.  Heads hang, shoulders fall, and the mighty are broken.  The weight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106637569326180985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106637569326180985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106637569326180985' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106590298234256610</id><published>2003-10-11T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T19:31:36.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I Love You Guys"End of Game UpdateThat was the least enjoyable baseball game of my life.  I am literally angry at what I just watched.  Ugh.  Miserable, just miserable.------------------------------------------------------------------------------Update after 6 InningsFeels like I wrote the initial part of this entry in a different life.  Back when I thought Pedro would reach into his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106590298234256610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106590298234256610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106590298234256610' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106532432463316815</id><published>2003-10-04T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:25:24.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COWBOY UP!YES!!!AMAZING!!!Bring on Game 4!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106532432463316815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106532432463316815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106532432463316815' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106529958626052933</id><published>2003-10-04T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T16:33:05.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judgement DayAnd so it all comes down to this.  A Derek Lowe start and a lot of praying.Seems fitting.  And it seems terribly unfair.  The Boston Red Sox are unequivocally the most exciting team in baseball and the most infuriating.  How often do you have an historically great offense and an historically bad bullpen on the same squad?  It almost seems inconceivable.  But that is your 2003 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106529958626052933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106529958626052933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106529958626052933' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106507750565067429</id><published>2003-10-02T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T02:51:45.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Title Can Do My Anger JusticeIt's 2:50 am.There is so much I can say.So many things to be upset about.I don't want to talk about any of them.I am literally sick to my stomach right now.This sucks.The ONLY good part is we don't have anytime to dwell on it.I feel like I was kicked in the face.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106507750565067429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106507750565067429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106507750565067429' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106381569549578758</id><published>2003-09-17T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T12:21:50.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Sure You Still Love MeThe following is one of my submittions for B.U.'s terrible daily paper.  I didn't get a spot, but it's okay, they have a history of choosing mostly crappy writers anyway (ask anyone from B.U.).  I kind of take it as a compliment.Just remember, this was written for a B.U. audience. (So you won't get some of the jokes if you don't go to BU.)---------------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106381569549578758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106381569549578758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106381569549578758' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106299141755682098</id><published>2003-09-07T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T23:24:12.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So We LearnWhat did we learn from today?We learned that you don't suddenly release your team captain and acknowledged heart and soul 5 days before the first game.  Especially if said "irreplaceable player" will be joining your week one opponent.  I mean, there are like 16 regular season games.  It's not like one is really THAT important.I know he won a Superbowl, and he will always be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106299141755682098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106299141755682098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106299141755682098' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106244651490054192</id><published>2003-09-01T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T16:01:54.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Happening AgainPedro pitches badly.  Must have been the fact that people made him cry and mad ehim sad for not believeing him when he was ill, so he came back early and that's why he pitched poorly against the Yankees.  (Oh, his first start back he pitched fine.)  SO it must be because he was sick and because people didn't believe him.  Don't believe me?  Just ask Pedro, he's dying to tell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106244651490054192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106244651490054192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106244651490054192' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106175451509741331</id><published>2003-08-24T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T15:48:35.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Nut Is Gonna Lose an EyeWhy in the hell do peanut vendors feel the need to throw a bag of nuts thirty rows?  They have to walk up there to get the money anyway, why risk injury or embarrassment?  The next time someone near me orders peanuts, I am going to jump in front of the flying peanuts in hopes of either getting a) some free peanuts or b) some other free thing that is cool.Quick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106175451509741331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106175451509741331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106175451509741331' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106149264767239632</id><published>2003-08-21T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T15:04:07.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Garage, I Feel SafeWhile many Red Sox players are complaining about the negative media and the fact that people are bemoaning their poor play as of late, what they fail to recognize is that THE NEGATIVITY IS WARRANTED!The last two losses haven't just been bad, they have been miserable.  I said it before, I will say it again, I don't trust Kim.  I wouldn't trust him with a ten run lead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106149264767239632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106149264767239632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106149264767239632' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106088228714379951</id><published>2003-08-14T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T13:36:15.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Gotta Believe, I guessHopefully by the time I get back from my mini-vacation, the Sox will we up 2 in the Wild Card and 2 back in the AL East.I can't take a pennant race.  It's not good for my health.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106088228714379951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106088228714379951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106088228714379951' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106057115635918740</id><published>2003-08-10T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:05:56.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing DoingI started this Blog to force myself to write more, and particularly on sports.Well, so far I give myself a D+ on this little endeavour.Here are the reasons:----Lack of writing, especially lately.  ----Lack of improvement.  I honestly have no idea whether or not I've gotten better.----Lack of readers.  Did I really have 867 in one day once?Nothing gets me going like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106057115635918740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106057115635918740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106057115635918740' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-106003700047051345</id><published>2003-08-04T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T18:43:20.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slow News MonthSorry for the lack of updates (that is, if anyone actually cares about the lack of updates.)  But August is one of the two slowest months in sports and nothing has really grabbed my attention enough to write about it.  However, I have realized one thing with the Kobe Bryant situation.  Because our system is "innocent until proven guilty," we must believe that Kobe Bryant did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106003700047051345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/106003700047051345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106003700047051345' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105989341817175886</id><published>2003-08-03T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T02:50:18.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not FunnySeriously, this isn't funny.  If someone would like to tell the Red Sox that this little mini-disaster losing streak isn't getting the big laughs they hoped for, I would appreciate it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105989341817175886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105989341817175886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105989341817175886' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105971199939117481</id><published>2003-08-01T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T00:26:39.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Figures My Blog Would Crap Out During the Trade DeadlineIf anyone cares enough to have been upset by my lack of updates, I apologize.  The last three times I tried to write in this, my blog was down.  Anyway, lots to get too.----The Sox traded for Jeff Suppan today.  Yet ANOTHER GOOD move by das wunderkid, Theo Epstein.  I am not used to this "good management by the Sox thing," so excuse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105971199939117481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105971199939117481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105971199939117481' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105954961013635190</id><published>2003-07-30T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T03:22:00.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Again? Wow!The Sox traded for Scott Williamson.  I think this is a GREAT trade.  He's got a great arm, he's another great set-up guy who also gives them flexibility if they need to move Kim to the rotation, or if Kim struggles.  Another good move by the Sox and Theo Epstein.  Since the bullpen started out the year as one of the worst in recent memory (of any team), they have added Kim, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105954961013635190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105954961013635190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105954961013635190' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105943188217965852</id><published>2003-07-28T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T03:20:39.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round UpLots of little nuggets to cover, so let's get started.----They found and idenitified the body of Patrick Dennehy.  This comes right around the tenth year (I refuse to say anniversary) of Reggie Lewis' death.  I was too young to remember Len Bias, but I can't imagine it being worse than when Reggie passed away.  It's hard not to think of Reggie when you have to drive through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105943188217965852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105943188217965852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943188217965852' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105936494449704792</id><published>2003-07-28T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T00:02:24.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES!Friggin awesome win by the Sox.  And although I was wrong and Weaver pitched well, the Yankees bullpen alone should give Sox fans hope for this year.VARITEK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105936494449704792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105936494449704792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936494449704792' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105934624167083252</id><published>2003-07-27T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T18:50:41.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Next Is Just A Little Bit Further----Lance did it baby!  Of course, he won by just about a minute, whereas his other four wins were by at least 6.  But, a win is a win is a win, and here's looking forward to next year's attempt at history.----Tonight's Red Sox/Evil Empire game really is a big game.  Forget that it'll get the Sox to within 1 and 1/2 back, it is more psychological for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105934624167083252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105934624167083252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934624167083252' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105926482566754586</id><published>2003-07-26T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:13:45.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Win Some...HUGE series between the Sox and Yanks starts tonight with Pedro beating the 83-year-old David Wells. This will be win one in a three game sweep by the Sox. And that isn't even my boldest prediction for the series. John Burkett will pitch very well tomorrow and Mussina will FINALLY be figured out by the Sox hitters. They won't roast him, but they will get to him for four or five </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105926482566754586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105926482566754586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926482566754586' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105919649724754618</id><published>2003-07-26T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T01:14:57.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Same Old Song and Freaking DanceSometimes I HATE being a Red Sox fan.Fact: Pedro Martinez didn't even pitch seven innings.  Why?  He threw 49 pitches through two innings.  Fact: Pedro gave up runs in the 6th and 7th in what had been a one run game.  Aces don't do that in huge games.Fact: Kim gave up the go ahead run in the 9th.  Good closers don't do that.Fact: The Yankees gave up a ton</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105919649724754618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105919649724754618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919649724754618' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105913798242297298</id><published>2003-07-25T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T08:59:42.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Rock And Roll----HUGE series between the Sox and Yanks starts tonight with Pedro beating the 83-year-old David Wells.  This will be win one in a three game sweep by the Sox.  And that isn't even my boldest prediction for the series.  John Burkett will pitch very well tomorrow and Mussina will FINALLY be figured out by the Sox hitters.  They won't roast him, but they will get to him for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105913798242297298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105913798242297298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105913798242297298' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105909020052241517</id><published>2003-07-24T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T19:43:20.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VetoFantasy baseball plagues my life.  I think about it when I am online.  I think about it when I am watching baseball games.  I think about it when I see the other players in my league.  Sometimes, if I spend the time right before sleep speaking about it, I dream about it.  Being in two daily transactions fantasy baseball leagues is like signing over 190 days of your life a year to a job </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105909020052241517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105909020052241517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105909020052241517' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105897696750374347</id><published>2003-07-23T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:13:18.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only The Bruins Don't Make Trades----The Sox  traded Brandon Lyon and a minor leaguer for Scott Sauerbeck and a minor leaguer.  Good deal for the Sox.  Lyon is a good ball player who might have a good future, but the Sox needed a lefty specialist a lot more than they needed another struggling right-handed relief pitcher (we've had enough of those this year).  This is the kind of move you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105897696750374347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105897696750374347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897696750374347' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-10588306627660879</id><published>2003-07-21T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:46:36.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go To Hell Byron ScottRemember when Byron Scott called Boston a racist town and said that Boston fans were crazy?If you don't remember, here is a reminder.  Well, guess what everyone.  Apparently he didn't mean it.  Here are some things he recently said to the Boston Herald.``I've learned from the best - from Pat Riley - and his thing was to take pressure away from his players, and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/10588306627660879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/10588306627660879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10588306627660879' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105875322452501941</id><published>2003-07-20T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T12:47:46.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's a long flyball, deep to left......"Many sportswriters seem to be cynical and angry.  As though spending  thirty years being paid to follow games that they would watch anyway is just too much.  But  the older I get, and I'm still young, the more I understand.  Sports, by nature, is negative.  Each year for each sport there is only one champion.  That means all things considered, you have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105875322452501941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105875322452501941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875322452501941' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-10586321936400279</id><published>2003-07-19T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T12:48:25.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Royal Pain In Jeremy Wahlman's........How in the hell is the Kansas City Royals lead in the American League Central NOT the biggest story in baseball right now?  Is it because people keep thinking that they will eventually fall back to Earth?  Well, guess what, that kind of stuff happens in May, it's almost August and this team is up by 6 and a half games.6 and a half!And while it is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/10586321936400279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/10586321936400279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10586321936400279' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105859376320690279</id><published>2003-07-19T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T01:49:23.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Follow Up to Previous EntryThis link should at least make clear that Yoshitake Maeda's obesity PROBLEM did nothing to help his heart situation.  And while it is very possible that he could have been a perfectly healthy 15-year-old and died from this (I had a friend die at 19 of heart disease), all we know for CERTAIN is that he did die of it and he wasn't close to healthy.  6'2 or not, 308 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105859376320690279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105859376320690279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105859376320690279' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105856976577033039</id><published>2003-07-18T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T19:12:04.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Sad NewsA 15-year-old Sumo Wrestler died of heart disease.Here's a quote from the ESPN report:"'There were no signs of any problems with Maeda when he was examined as a new wrestler. In the future we would like to carry out stricter examinations,'" the association's head medical official Hiroyuki Yoshida, was quoted as saying."No signs?  No signs!!!!????!!!!What bout the fact that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105856976577033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105856976577033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105856976577033039' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105856361002611920</id><published>2003-07-18T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T17:26:50.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bryant ChargedKobe Bryant has been charged with sexual assault, a felony.Unbelievable.This is huge news.  On every level.  We aren't just discussing a basketball player who is considered clean cut and well-behaved, or just another great player, but one of the biggest and most well known athletes in the country.  This is the guy who was supposed to be the next Jordan for Christ sakes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105856361002611920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105856361002611920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105856361002611920' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105853343861593634</id><published>2003-07-18T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T09:03:58.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Griffey, I Wish I Hardly Knew Ye----For something like the 19th straight season, Ken Griffey Jr is out for the year.  People forget that he was considered the best player in baseball for like most of the 90's, and people also thought that would be true for the next ten.  But injuries, injuries, injuries, and some wimpyness have totally derailed him on his way to 756 homeruns. I've constantly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105853343861593634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105853343861593634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853343861593634' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105839985854217478</id><published>2003-07-16T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T19:57:38.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe the Ratings Would Have Been Better if Ricky Played----The All Star Game ratings barely went up.  Good thing they didn't do something ridiculous to make people watch.  I mean, imagine if they had put something important at stake.  In all seriousness, I hated this idea from the start, I still hate it (although I am happy that the Sox will have homefield advantage), and I will hate it next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105839985854217478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105839985854217478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105839985854217478' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105837778992934776</id><published>2003-07-16T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T13:49:49.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm Gonna Buy You A Pizza"Red Sox Nation would like to formally thank both Hank Blalock and Eric Gagne for making this year's home ballpark in the World Series Fenway Park.It will be that much better to see the Sox win it at home.Also, good article today in the Globe by Peter May ripping the new Celtics ownership for being as stingy as the last.  Hey guys, my mom works for one of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105837778992934776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105837778992934776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837778992934776' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105822737671385066</id><published>2003-07-14T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T20:02:56.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, GoodIt appears my blog is back to working correctly, comment system and all.  a new and fancier look with thank yous to Jeremy Walhman and especially Casey Dugan who helped me work on it since I am an html retard.A couple of things:----Barry Zito was removed from the All-Star team without being consulted or even informed.  Bad enough, but worse is that they replaced him with the Fat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105822737671385066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105822737671385066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105822737671385066' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105816540782483156</id><published>2003-07-14T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T02:50:07.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This friggin blog is already acting up.That Not a sport one should never have been published (and I didn't publish it), because it is rambling, incomplete and unfinished.  Disregard it.Also, for some reason my comment system is down.Real nice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105816540782483156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105816540782483156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105816540782483156' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105807279338154792</id><published>2003-07-13T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T01:10:58.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hit Me, C'mon Hit MeJust watched a pretty entertaining fight between Vernon Forrest and Ricardo Mayorga (Mayorga won in a majority decision, which was correct in my humble opinion.)Here's the best thing boxing could do to return to prominence: Air the fights on basic cable.  Everytime you have a big fight, let the promoter auction it off to the stations, instead of having people pay for it on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105807279338154792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105807279338154792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807279338154792' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105794482018144615</id><published>2003-07-11T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T02:05:50.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hear Ted Williams is AvailableFirst Kariya and Selanna, now Payton and Malone.  Since when did it not become about the money?  What is going on in professional sports?  Rumor has it that the Lakers are also going to sign Ernie Banks and Dan Marino to come off the bench.   When reached for comment Banks said, "I hate to leave the great city of Chicago, and well, the great game of baseball, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105794482018144615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105794482018144615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105794482018144615' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105786651366518443</id><published>2003-07-10T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T15:49:27.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Giving Titles A ShotA couple of quick thoughts on some Boston sports news:---Jason Varitek was finally (and rightfully) elected to the All Star team via the internet and it's 32nd man election.  Now I don't know if he is more deserving than Giambi and Thomas, two of the guys he beat out, but I do know he is as deserving.  A great case can be made that he deserves to start, and I don't think a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105786651366518443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105786651366518443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786651366518443' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105770994946386239</id><published>2003-07-08T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T20:19:09.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, race and sports come together and baffle me.Dusty Baker said that he thought black and latin players were better suited to play in the hot sun than white players because of the darkness of their skin.  Yeah, of course.  Why do you think humans evolved into different skin colors, because different colors were more conducive to living conditions.  Last time I checked Africa was pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105770994946386239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105770994946386239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105770994946386239' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105757326261910384</id><published>2003-07-07T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T06:21:02.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's an idea to make people care about the MLB All-Star game.  Instead of having it determine homefield adavantage in the World Series, why not have it determine who lives or dies?  The losing team's manager and losing pitcher both get killed right there on the spot at game's conclusion, with up to 5 other players randomly being chosen to die regardless of whether or not they played (that way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105757326261910384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105757326261910384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105757326261910384' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105734720101960254</id><published>2003-07-04T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T03:45:06.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five summers ago Lance Armstrong was about to win his first Tour De France and the best part was that I was watching every minute of it.  I am a night person, and during the summers my average bed time is four or five in the morning.  Now, I didn't care about cycling, but what I did care about was that an American had a chance to win it.  I could never remember hearing anything but foreign names </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105734720101960254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105734720101960254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105734720101960254' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105726110586003380</id><published>2003-07-03T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T15:44:16.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ESPN.com is reporting that the Colorado Avalanche have signed both Teemu Selanne and Paul Kariya to one year deals.As a Bruins fan this bothers me because they are both good players who won't be playing for Boston (as usual), but what is weird about this is that they signed for less money than the market would dictate.  Selanne for about half a mill less than the option he had on his old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105726110586003380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105726110586003380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105726110586003380' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-105717985486262421</id><published>2003-07-02T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T17:12:20.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello and welcome to my own personal blog.  My goal for this blog is to improve my writing and my dedication to it.  You won't find many lengthy articles, but rather quick random thoughts I have about the world of sports.  For those of you who care I am a Boston sports fan, which means I am passionate, loyal but very cynical.  I am starting this in July, which means in about a month everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105717985486262421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/105717985486262421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105717985486262421' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
