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Wilson goes for its 17th DCIAA baseball title in a row this week, but without the guy who led ’em to the first 16. And that guy, dynasty builder and ex-manager Eddie Saah, has some things to say about the state of high school sports in the city in this week’s Cheap Seats. He’s earned the right to say ’em.
Anybody who thinks there ain’t steroids in hockey is a buffoon. The quotes coming out of the Capitals organization all expressed shock that the team was mentioned in an FBI investigation of a Florida drug dealer, as well as denials of any steroid use by those on the squad. But, please. Just say “no comment.” Of course everybody takes steroids. Even hockey players? Hell, yeah. In fact, hockey players were taking them before we knew about baseball players.
Remember the sad tale of John Kordic?
Call it a Subway series: The Nats completed their reverse-sweep of the Mets with a 7-3 loss. The game featured another disputed video replay homer for NY, when umps ruled that a ball hit to right field actually hit an upper deck sign advertising Subway $5 Foot Longs before falling to earth. The dispute broke open a tie game, and made for great radio and television.
Radio play by play man Dave Jageler said the umpires were “the only people in the the stadium who thought that was a home run.”
While in the nearby Nats TV booth, Rob Dibble begged to differ. Dibble, who in no time flat has vaulted to the top of my Favorite Announcer rankings, was making the home run call even while the umps were in Citi Field runways reviewing the video evidence. And though his partner Bob Carpenter tried to play homer and say the Mets didn’t deserve the call, Dibble would have none of it. “That was a home run, Bob!” Dibble said. End of discussion. (I don’t know what Dibble saw to be so sure, but it did look like there was a ball-size dent in the Subway sign.)
The Nats are now 13-33. That’s a 117-loss pace.
That gives the Nats a 150-run run-differential differential with LA. That means the Nats have set another record RRDD
Another DC comeback for Joe Gibbs!
This one’s only for an afternoon, alas. Gibbs is appearing at a Salvation Army outpost in Northeast to donate some sort of disaster-response vehicle to the charity.
The Coach is bringing along Denny Hamlin, who drives the #11 FedEx Toyota for Gibbs Racing on the Nextel Sprint Cup circuit.
Gibbs was the first big team owner to shift to a foreign marque to run against the blue-blooded Chevys, Fords and Dodges. If I were smarter I’d be able to link the fact that Toyotas now run in the lead pack of NASCAR with the downfall of the U.S. Auto industry.
Cue John Rich’s “Shutting Detroit Down.” That song ain’t perfect, but it’s sure great.
And for all you xenophiliacs: I don’t know if it’s a sign that soccer has arrived (again!), but Verizon has made the UEFA Champions League the centerpiece of its latest marketing campaign to land high-speed internet subscribers.
In local radio spots that aired constantly in recent weeks, listeners were promised nothing greater than if they subscribed to Verizon, they’d get viewing access to all Champions League games online via ESPN360, as if watching the event was as urgent as with any Super Bowl or a Mike Tyson pay-per-view from back in the day.
To the rest of the world, of course, the tournament does pack that wallop. But did anybody around here change their routine yesterday for the Champions League final? Well, anybody but the kid I saw walking down Reno Road in an AIG jersey?
If anybody really cares: Striking a blow against evil, FC Barcelona whupped AIG-sponsored Manchester United, 2-0, to win the Champions League title.
Freddy Adu, the kid once looked at as soccer’s Great American Hope, is looking more like Kwame Brown every year. Over the weekend, Adu ended a do-nothing season playing for AS Monaco in France’s Ligue 1 by not dressing out for a 1-0 loss to Bordeaux (pretty much every team in the French league has a romantic name).
Season stats for Adu: 9 appearances, 0 starts, 0 goals, 0 assists, 2 shots, 1 yellow card.
Adu, who grew up in Columbia, Md., and was a bizarre bust in his years with DC United, was on loan to Monaco from Benfica of Portugal.
And all those Adu bashers who have claimed since he was in 7th grade that he was 20 years old will finally be right: Adu officially leaves his teens behind on June 2.
He’ll get a shot with the US national team next. Make it happen, Freddy!
Back to me: I went to see Monaco play a bunch of Champions League games at Stade Louis II, the squad’s home field, back when some Prince controlled the team. The field is mere blocks from the water and is as beautiful a place to watch a game as there is. But if you think people in DC don’t care about soccer, go to Monaco. The stadium seats only 18,500, or more than half the country’s population, but no locals show up even when the biggest named opposition comes to town. I saw the famed Rangers of Glasgow play in Monaco, and the drunken Scots in blue outnumbered prissy red Monagasques by about four to one.
Come to think of it, I’ve scored as many goals in that stadium as Adu.
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