Our good friend Bruce Miles confirmed something we were about to leak. Before signing with the Cubs, Jon Lester was briefed on what to expect from the media who cover the team.
Despite that briefing, Lester still signed on. Our Cubs inside source got a hold of the information. Prepare to be sickened.
The Score’s baseball insider Bruce Levine gets his fair share of scoops. He’s plugged in with both Chicago baseball teams, the Cubs and the other one, and he has a pipeline straight to Tom Ricketts and his manservant Dennis Culloton.
Bruce also is a friend to many agents, and is good at getting info from them in exchange for floating ridiculous rumors for them when they ask him to (Pablo Sandoval to the Cubs, anyone?)
What Bruce is undeniably terrible at is Twitter. He can’t spell. He can’t type. He has no idea when to use to, too or two. Without taking the deep dive into his Twitter account that is so richly deserved, let’s at least get a quick overview of Bruce Levine’s (most recent) Adventures in Twitter. For a more comprehensive look at it, I’m going to need to drink…a lot. We’ll save that for later.
If you’re of a certain age, you can still faintly remember a different Rick Telander. He was the one “young” guy on the old Sportswriters on TV, he wrote some great takeouts for Sports Illustrated and he wrote a terrific book titled “Heaven is a Playground.” He was a self-effacing, broken down jock who had played football at Northwestern. Rick Telander was cool.
In fact, he might stilly be pretty cool.
But his writing has been shit for an awfully long time now.
You might know George Will best from all those Sunday mornings he spent unabashedly flirting with Cokie Roberts back when David Brinkley was hosing the Sunday morning ABC politics show. Or, you may know him for writing a fawning tribute to the genius of The Genius, Tony LaRussa. Since we’re all Cubs fans here, we all know that he famously said that while growing up in Champaign, Illinois he had to make the choice between rooting for the Cubs or the Cardinals, and he chose a life of misery and disappointment–two things normally associated with living in Champaign in the first place.
I know I wasn’t the only person with a Cubs web site to get sent an advance copy of Will’s new book, “A Nice Little Place On The North Side” (apparently Random House didn’t get the “fading blog star” memo), but I seem to be the only one who actually read it. Hell, Yellon will do anything for something free, and even he hasn’t written a review of it yet.
The book, is ostensibly a breezy history of the 100 years of Wrigley Field, and the stuff that’s gone on inside of the old ballpark. Some of the most interesting stuff has little to do with the Cubs (not surprisingly.) One long passage is the history of beer. Seriously. It’s actually fascinating and well done.
So, The Big Lead is reporting that Fox Sports will announce this week that they will replace Tim McCarver with not one, but two analysts, to join the Joe Buck smarm-fest in their number one baseball booth starting this season.
One choice is fairly inspired. The other, is Harold Reynolds.
There have been a lot of pixels spilled about what’s going on in Sochi, Russia in the final hours before the Olympics officially start.
Most of it is about how jacked up the hotel rooms and toilets are for the journalists who are arriving to cover the games. It’s funny, at least to those of us who aren’t there.
The fact that Russia won the “bid” to get these Olympics in the first place is a testament to how corrupt the Olympics are. Sochi is just about the worst place in that backassward country to have Winter Olympics. It’s a seaside resort town that doesn’t get all that much snow. It was woefully unprepared six years ago, and is now just a little big less woefully unprepared now. That fact that the Olympics are there is almost undeniably because Russia bribed IOC officials to get the games. They beat out Salzburg, Austria to get the games. Salzburg. One of the most culturally significant cities in our world, in Austria, one of the most idyllic places to have any kind of outdoor winter competitions.
The story that is more important than whether you can flush toilet paper in a brand new hotel in Sochi, is the one about the dogs and cats.