April 2010

Here is the latest from Sports And The City’s Baseball Road Trip of a Lifetime in the motor city, Detroit. Just click on the link below.

“Stealing Home”

A buddy of mine (sportsandthecity) is going on a road trip to all 30 baseball cities. Truly, The Baseball Road Trip Of A Lifetime (TBRTOAL). He Is writing about the experience for the Globe and Mail. I will be following his exploits through the trip and living vicariously through the lucky bastard. It really is an amazing experience, one that I wish I was doing. Sadly, responsibility always fucks things up. Responsibility. Fuck off.

For the next couple of months I will be posting the exploits of  this lucky bastard on my blog for all of you, like myself, to live vicariously through him. The link below will take you to where you need to go. Enjoy.

“Stealing Home”

Who will show up?

The Toronto Raptors remind me of a classic story:¬†Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. On any given night, I have no idea who’s going to show up. Will it be the Raptors? Or the Craptors? One night they’re a Kobe shot away from taking the Lakers to overtime in Los Angeles. The next night they’re getting blown out to the tune of 20 points by the Sacramento Kings.

To be honest, it’s incredibly frustrating watching this team play. We know they can compete with the big boys. We’ve seen them do it. Yet there are nights when they look like they don’t care. (Looking at you, Mr. Turkoglu.) It’s on these nights that Mr. Craptor rears his ugly head. If only Dr. Raptor could have resisted the urge to take that potion …

In December and through January, Dr. Raptor was in control. He played intelligently, with determination, and unselfishly; he had overcome his demons and locked up that bastard, Mr. Craptor. We, the fans, believed the insanity was over. We were filled with optimism, and hope. Some of us were even thinking that the Raptors might have home-court advantage in the first-round of the playoffs.

Then came the all-star break, and everything changed. The good Doctor left for a short vacation, and returned as Mr. Craptor. Relapse. Something happened over the all-star break; what, we don’t know. But Mr. Craptor was once again in control. We watched in horror, as this vile creature jeopardized our playoff hopes. We watched Mr. Craptor on the court, taking play after play off, not rebounding, giving up open 3s, and playing his usual brand of selfish basketball on offense. It was horrifying to watch, yet we couldn’t look away. We watched, hoping Dr. Raptor could fight off his demons and hold off the monster within, but everyone knew he had no hope.

Or did he? Things changed. Coach Triano finally stepped in and intervened like any good friend would do. Triano realized: Dr. Raptor needs help, he’s not going to be able to do it alone. Maybe Traino took the potion away, and has it looked up in a secret cabinet. Whatever it is, since Triano finally stepped up, Mr. Craptor has disappeared, and Dr. Raptor is slowly regaining control. I just hope Triano can keep Dr. Raptor focused the rest of the way, and into the playoffs. I pray he can help keep the demons buried. This city needs it.