Weekend Roundup (5/6/07)

Gee, what should I start with today? Oh, I don’t know… maybe the Spurs marching into Phoenix and stealing home court from the Suns.

Works for me…..WOO HOOO!

Coming into the game, the Spurs were 2-12 this season when allowing their opponents to score over 100. Make it 3-12. Of course, if you were watching ABC’s broadcast, you know this because they showed this stat at least a dozen times down the stretch as the Suns were approaching the century mark. Wishful thinking for the network no doubt, as run-and-gun is much more marketable than lock ‘em down defense in the Finals.

Better luck to the ABC suits next time.

As we all know, the Suns play zero defense and had absolutely no answer for TD in the post or TP coming off the high pick n’ roll… unless Steve Nash was dropping head butts on our little Frenchie.

Speaking of which, I am in no way dismissing the significance of a bleeding Nash sitting on the sidelines for most of the last few minutes of the game. We couldn’t stop him. If we backed off, he hit the shot. When we were up on him, he went right around us. Thanks to the blood and to the inability of the Suns’ cutman for not being able to stop the gushing. If Nash is in there, could’ve been a very different outcome.

Could’ve. But it’s not. One down, three to go for the boys in black.

By the way, when did Mike D'Antoni become such a whiner? Not sure who the hell he thinks he is, but as a man who has won nothing as a coach, he should really just shut the hell up. Him and his mustache are annoying.

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The Rocket has landed in the Bronx. Not surprised. The day his buddy Andy Pettitte left the Astros, for all intents and purposes, so did Roger. And while he will no doubt provide a much needed boost to an ailing rotation, Yankee fans shouldn’t be planning their postseason celebrations just yet. Yes, I know it’s Roger Clemens. I’m not gonna bash the guy and look like an idiot. The guy is arguably the second greatest starting pitcher my generation has ever seen behind only Nolan Ryan.

But, he’s also about to turn 45 and hasn’t thrown a meaningful pitch in the last 9 months. Hard-pressed to think he can come right in and dominate. I think it will take him a few starts to get it going… Yankee fans just have to hope it’s not too late by the time he finally does.

Mark him down for 9 wins from here on out.

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Along with 90 percent of the country, I watched the Mayweather – De la Hoya fight on Saturday. As usual, the fight didn’t live up to the hype but the judges got it right (at least the 2 who scored it for Mayweather -- what fight was the other guy watching?!?). And for those who say Oscar got robbed, standing there throwing 100 punches that glance off of your opponent does not mean you are controlling the fight.

Oscar was throwing garbage flurries trying to steal rounds, and kudos to the judges for not letting him.

Meanwhile, Pretty Boy was controlled in his punches, opting for quality over quantity as he always does.

Don’t buy the retirement for a second. He’ll be back. Hopefully to beat down Oscar again. The pay day will be too high to say no to.

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In my 10 Bold Predictions from the start of the baseball season, I said the St. Louis Cardinals would finish fourth in the NL Central. With news that Chris Carpenter will miss AT LEAST the next 3 months, I’m starting to look like a very wise man. I’ll bet you $2 Carp doesn’t pitch again this season.

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The closer Barry Bonds get to 755, the more I’m okay with it all. We all know he cheated. We all know he’s a real asshole. But no matter how you slice it, it’s a remarkable record and it’s about to be all his. Might as well come to terms with it.

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Lastly, more evidence I shouldn’t bet on things I know nothing about… my pick to win the Derby was Cowtown Cat (19-1 odds).

I was already formulating my brilliant “How the hell did you know?” victory speech when the horse was in 2nd after ¼ mile… still thinking I can come out looking like a stinking genius when the Cat was 3rd at the half mile mark… and couldn’t do a damn thing but laugh when the horse finished dead last.

Unbelievable.