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The McBournie Minute: When do I get to riot?

Pittsburgh and Los Angeles had a heck of a weekend, as I understand it. I didn’t watch either game, mostly because I don’t care about any of the teams, but I know how they turned out. Kobe Bryant has a non-Shaq-related ring, and Bing Sidney Crosby gets to carry around a big silvery cup for a day.

I’m not here to talk about the sports, I’m not even here to talk about why I don’t care about who won and who lost. No, I am here to ask–why not my city? When will I get a chance to burn a police car?

This has been a recurring theme in my life. I never end up living in the city of a championship team, and when one of my teams does win the championship of whatever sport it is they play, everyone heads downtown to climb a few lamp posts and smash some windows. Meanwhile, I’m hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: When do I get to riot?

Eat My Sports: Championship basketball

So we’re down to the final four of the NBA season in what has to be considered (at least through two rounds) one of the top five playoffs of all-time. But given we still have almost a full month of basketball left, let’s look at the two conference finals, and approach the task at hand. How will each one shake out? So glad you asked, let’s take a look at my expert opinion.

Denver Nuggets vs. Los Angeles Lakers
Denver is the fashionable pick to take out Kobe Bryant and the other 11 Europeans he plays with, and this makes fashion sense. The Houston Rockets, minus Yao Ming and Tracy McGrady, exposed the Lakers for what they really are, selfish, unprepared, cocky and soft. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Championship basketball

Eat My Sports: Manny to the Angels? I’d be Vlad to hear it

Seven and a half years. I’ve seen shorter marriages. I’ve seen couples be together twice as long and not even go through half as much. Seven and a half years. We fell in love with the goofiness, the laid back attitude, even questionable hairstyles. We’ve won two World Series titles that never would have happened, nor meant nearly as much without him. Seven and a half years. But now, Manny Ramirez, we’ll never be able to quit you, but I think it’s time for the immanent divorce. You had us at “hello,” now we need to end this with “goodbye.” That’s right, a Jerry Maguire reference, I write this column for some seriously, sensitive dudes! Continue reading Eat My Sports: Manny to the Angels? I’d be Vlad to hear it

Eat My Sports: No legitimate Air

The past two months have brought about the best and worst about the NBA. A validation for Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen, Puff pieces about bit players like Sasha Vujacic and Glen Davis, non-stop promotion of 3 Doors Down by ABC ….

But my personal favorite storyline of the playoffs has been the comparisons of Kobe Bryant to Michael Jordan. Questions like: Is Kobe better? Who will be remembered as the greatest player? Will Bryant end up with more championships than Jordan? Is it worse to have a compulsive gambling problem, or have a tarnished image because of rape allegations? Continue reading Eat My Sports: No legitimate Air

Eat My Sports: Boston on parade

Disclaimer: If the Celtics end up losing this series, this is not my fault. I am not a Celtics fan, though I have been a huge Kevin Garnett fan through the years. If the C’s don’t wrap up their first championship in 21 years, you cannot blame me or this column.

Welcome to the NBA Finals! Two games in, two games from proving Kobe Bryant can’t win without Shaq. Aside from the one-sided foul situation (memo to the Lakers: you can’t get a foul called unless you’re attacking the rim, stop whining), Boston has demonstrated everything that is wrong with Los Angeles in eight short quarters. Simply put, there hasn’t been this much of a hype-to-letdown situation since Ang Lee’s putrid portrayal of The Hulk in 2003. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Boston on parade

Eat My Sports: Curses

Now who is paranoid?

After nearly a century of talking about some curse by some fat guy named “Babe” who had a candy bar, the 2004 edition of the Boston Red Sox ended all talk about curses. The 2007 guys made sure that the thought of any such nonsense was definitely put to bed.

Now baby Hank Steinbrenner is upset because a construction worker (oddly enough, who was from the Bronx) added a David Ortiz jersey to the foundation of the new Yankee stadium in order to try and curse the team. So, when construction workers are trying to place a paranormal curse on your new building, who you gonna call? Continue reading Eat My Sports: Curses