And Now a Word From our Silent Partner.......

The final day of MLB is upon us and we’re again left with the cyclical crisis that plagues the 178 people across the planet that really give a rats ass about the Major League baseball regular season: the MVP race.

Is it actually a race? Seems to me more a marathon, one strewn with pamphlets for PED’s and marriage counseling. But that’s neither here nor there. Let’s leave A-Rod out of this. Madame A-Rod is about 8^th on the Yankee MVP list this season, a hair ahead of pitching coach Larry Rothschild who some how found a way not to poison AJ Burnett halfway through August, much to the chagrin of Yankee fans everywhere.

So who is the MVP of the American League? Is it one of the Red Sox studs (Gonzales, Pedroia or Elsbury) who have choked their way to the game 162? Is it Cano, Granderson, Cabrera, Bautista, Michael Young? All those candidates make an interesting case for themselves, but none more than the incomparable Justin Verlander.  Baseball enthusiasts overuse the term incomparable like they do Hall of Famer. But in this case it’s appropriate. He literally is without comparison. He leads the league in wins, strikeouts and earned run average. His closest competitor in the A.L. has merely 19 wins! That’s astounding. He also closes the season leading in innings pitched and WHIP.

For those who claim the MVP should only go to position players, you’re really stupid and should swim in a hurricane soon.  It’s not fashionable or intelligent to make the claim that the award belongs to those who don a bat on their shoulder. It is in fact contrary to the history of baseball. Hal Newhouser won the award twice with the Tigers during WW II. In a depleted league he only mustered 25 wins. Verlander, facing off against steroid injected apes swinging finely polished and tarred wooden maces matched his numbers in 2011. Denny McLean rounded out the ’68 season with Nintendo-like number of 31–6 with a 1.96 ERA. Translation… bananas.  Vida Blue in ‘71, Willie Hernandez in ’84, ‘He Who Shall Not Be Injected’ in ’86 and Eck in 92, just to name a few. In all, 23 pitchers have been ‘The Most Valuable Player’ of baseball since 1931. And why? Quite simply, they were exemplary that season and Verlander has been every bit of the term. Rewarding his accomplishments is only natural.

So why have so many jumped on the hitter bandwagon as the only deserving candidates for MVP? Well, my friends, chicks dig the long ball and that’s all I’m going to say.

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National League Round-up

Matt Kemp is 10 points in batting average away from winning the bloody triple-crown. Is this even a debate? The second best hitter on the Dodgers roster is Don Mattingly.

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NFL MVP After Week 3

I have to credit my brother with this.

Peyton Manning. Is it not clear how horrendous the Colts are without Peyton running the show. Even the concession stands are sloppy without #18 behind center and allegedly there’s been an increase in on-the-job drinking at local machinery shops leading to serious injuries since Manning’s surgery. The only question that remains is whether or not we should change the MVP trophy to the Peyton trophy.

Watching the Colts on Sunday’s is like watching that fat kid scoop up the last of the mashed potatoes off the edge of his Styrofoam tray and squeeze it into his chubby, disgusting face. Stop it fat kid, just stop. It’s gross and we wish you (they) would just stop before we all throw up.