Dear MLB Network, Part I

The last few days I’ve had the great pleasure of watching the MLB Network while watching over my newborn daughter during the day time and in the early morning hours. And one thing has become increasingly more apparent: There is no new content on this channel during the weekend.

For the love of God, can someone in New York mix in something new? I don’t care if I end up watching the Yankees pummel the Red Sox for an entire day. Anything but another re-run of the 1986 season.

He’s a champ, but still can’t post

Newspaperman and FreeSanJose wrote about their experiences of falling in love, because they love each other. If you were subjected to their banter for the past two weeks about fighting for the championship … you would understand why. This is the last installment of FreeSanJose and Newspaperman squaring off verbally against each other in the fantasy World Series. It didn’t turn out how The Jon envisioned. Instead of a straight-up mass of insults and barbs and one-upmanship, it turned out to a big lovefest. Newspaperman skipped around saying how great FreeSanJose and was the Pollyana we all know him to be. And what did FreeSanJose do? He let Newspaperman get away with this?

This site needs The Jon and FreeSanJose to face off for the title next season. Seeing how The Jon is in rebuilding mode, it doesn’t look like it will happen, but anything is better that Final Countdown and Al Gore videos. Amatuer … well, here we go.

Championship: Conceding Defeat

There comes a time and point during every championship, or even presidential election, where the losing team, or person, knows all hope is lost. It’s 1:45 p.m. Pacific, and that time is now for No Gimmicks Needed. It’s time to conceded defeat, and admit that I have lost TheBaseballStars World Series by a score of 8-6.

Now I could sit here and talk about how I lost the title, but fact of the matter is The Terror Returns won. Solid hitting and clutch pitching (Damn you, CC Sabathia) put No Gimmicks in its place. Later today, when the score is official and the tears dry up on my cheeks, I’ll look further into perhaps the greatest finals in the history of our league.

Congrats, FreeSanJose.

Championship: The Final Day

The final day is here, and The Terror Returns has taken a good-size lead, but it’s far from over. Or is it?

Championship: The Final Countdown

This is it. The final weekend of the fantasy baseball season, and No Gimmicks Needed and The Terror Returns are neck and neck for the championship in TheBaseballStars League. Who will win it? Not even the owners of the two teams are sure.

The Championship: Week Two, the beginning of the end.

The Jon has likened Newspaperman and FreeSanJose, the two combatants in the World Series of the State League, to Daniel LaRusso and Mike Barnes of the Karate Kid III. Much of the first week was back and forth, and for four days, Newspaperman (Larusso) had control. Then FSJ came storming back.

And now it all comes down to this. Sudden death.

No.1 takes a No.2 … or No. 1 takes on No. 2

Seeing how Newspaperman and FreeSanJose are in the World Series of our fantasy baseball league, The Jon knew it was time for Daniel-san to return. The Jon e-mailed Newspaperman and FreeSanJose about this idea of having them talk about their two-week matchup every day to save one of their championship runs for posterity. FreeSanJose insulted The Jon and Newspaperman started crying about how he is afraid FreeSanJose would soil his undergarments after a verbal barrage of abuse. You see what The Jon has to put up with?

But finally they agreed, and Daniel-san has a new friend and father figure in Mr. MiyaSanJose. Lets get down to business, shall we?

Fantasy baseball frustration: Dodger Dog

TheBaseballStarsNote: We will look at the players that have been disappointments on our respective teams. Obviously Newspaperman has no disappointments because he is the Michael Jordan of baseball. We start off with PoiDog and find out the event that made him the miserable Fukudome that he is. Enjoy.

The Jon was talking about karma recently and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to get mine. As an A’s fan, it’s in my DNA to hate the Dodgers. Not just because they are from SoCal, but because of the worst highlight in the history of baseball, that old gimp limping around the bases at Dodgers Stadium after going yard while a bunch of front-running fans wet themselves and danced around like little girls. Suffice to say that it scarred me for life about as much as the infamous Roger Craig fumble against the New York Giants that prevented The 3-Peat but that is a subject for another blog.

But in fantasy sports, you have to take the guy who is going to produce even if you hate him or his team, unless it’s Barry Bonds, and this year I had to make an executive decision. I drafted Russell Martin.