Game 4 – Whatever

The Machine is so glad to be occupied by football today (our first love), and not focus on The Machine’s epic failure in baseball (our slump buster).

As you know, The Machine threw its weight behind the Tigers.  After a gutsy series against the A’s, and after destroying the mighty Yankees, the Tigers were poised to claim their first World Series crown since ’84, and the good people of Detroit were ready to celebrate by overturning cop cars and setting the City on fire (known in Detroit as Tuesday).  Now, all hope is lost.

Wait a minute, The Machine doesn’t cut and run.  While others will point to “facts”, like no team has ever come back to win a World Series after being down 0-3, The Machine says “suck it, facts.”  We’re all in, and The Machine is ready to sit back and watch the Tigers turn this mutha around.

It’s not that crazy, really.  Sure the Giants have their best pitcher going tonight in Matt Cain, but Max Scherzer is no slouch.  He was second in the AL in strikeouts (second to Verlander), has a nasty sinker/fastball combo, and a sick 0.82 ERA in the post season.  If the Tigers win tonight, then Verlander pitches Game 5.  Chalk that down for a win, and now the Tigers have the momentum, and we got ourselves a World Series worth watching.

However, that’s a BIG IF.  In order to win in baseball, you need to score runs…and that’s where the Tigers’ problems lie.  They’ve been held scoreless the past 2 games in a row (to put that in perspective, in 162 regular season games this year, they were shut out only 2 times), due in part by solid pitching from San Fran but also due to a lack of clutch hitting.  It’s sounds like we’ve said this before, but there’s no way the Tigers bats can be silent for 4 games in a row.  There’s also no way Miggy will pop out with the bases loaded.

Come on, Detroit.  Give the City a reason to start barrel fires besides utter hopelessness and a meth problem.  Plus, we’re not ready for baseball to be over (if only they would play more games during the regular season).

Lock it down.  The Tigers find a way to stay alive.

Happy Birthday Roid Rage!

While Ginger King waived bye-bye to 30 a few years ago, The Machine’s younger half, Roid Rage, is now a proud member of Club 30!  Totally buying into the whole “30 is the new 20”, Roid Rage is no doubt face deep in a pitcher of cold, frost-brewed Coors Light (hopefully one day the official sponsor of The Machine).

Start making a bucket list, old man (and no, the Bills winning the Super Bowl should not be on it).

Happy birthday!!!

Game 3 – Back in Mo Town Bitches!!!

The Machine has been slightly off thus far in the World Series (we are taking credit for calling Fister’s solid performance—travesty that he got credited with the loss) but we’re not ready to give up on the Tigers yet…although we should.

Just four days ago, everyone was lamenting the Giants’ predicament, having to start Zito in Game 1 and not being able to set their rotation after a grueling 7 game series with St. Louis.  What was an unfortunate situation has now turned golden for San Francisco, who now have their two best pitchers (Vogelsong and Cain) for Games 3 and 4.

The Tigers, meanwhile, trot out underperforming Anibal Sanchez.  A big name pick up at the trade deadline, Sanchez has been shaky at best for the Tigers.  He’s stepped up his game as of late (2.43 ERA in September) and has been almost unhittable in the post season, posting a 1.35 ERA with hitters batting .174.  Plus, as a Marlin, he threw 2 complete game shut outs against the Giants.  Sanchez, a free agent at the end of the season, could cement the Top 5 contract he’s looking for with a clutch performance.

However, as Game 2 showed us, great pitching isn’t enough.  Where the hell are the Tigers’ bats???  Miggy and crew have looked downright befuddled, and have coupled poor hitting with even poorer base running decisions (if only Prince could only slim down to 250, he’d have been safe).  For Christ sake, someone pass the Patron to Miggy, desperate times call for desperate measures.

The Giants, meanwhile, have played smart baseball, and have risen to the occasion, as every champion must.  Kung Fu Panda has been absolutely dominant, and even though Buster Posey still gets carded for buying lotto tickets, his .428 average this series is impressive.

While the momentum clearly favors San Francisco, The Machine still believes there’s life in the Tigers (chalk it up to our innate stubbornness).  Sanchez wants that contract (paging:  Brian Cashman) so look for him to continue his post season dominance.  And the Tigers’ bats cannot be quiet three games in a row (right?).

Look for the Tigers to ride the Mo Town love to a Game 3 victory.

Game 2 – It’s Time for the Fister!

A phrase not unpopular in San Francisco, it takes on a whole new meaning tonight, as Game 2 is about to get underway.

As impressive as the Giants looked last night, The Machine likes the Tigers chances in Game 2.  It all comes down to pitching, and the edge goes to Fister over Baumgarner.  While only sporting a 10-10 record during the season (hampered early on by a rib injury), Doug Fister had a solid September, and has been even more impressive in October, posting a 2.52 ERA during that span.  Baumgarner, on the other hand, struggled in September and has struggled even more in the post season, going 0-2 in the playoffs.

That should lead to plenty of chances for the Tigers offense, who should be swinging early and often.  Look for Miggy and crew to jump out to an early lead, and Fister to continue his late season success.

If Game 1 taught Leyland anything, it’s that Papa Malo will never see the mound again.  Jimmy won’t make the same mistake twice, and the Tigers’ bats won’t stay quiet two games in a row.  The Series gets evened up tonight.

Tuesday Teabag, October 15 – Terry Bradshaw

What’s more annoying than a former professional athlete complaining about present ones?  Nothing, really.  But what makes it super annoying is when said former athlete is (a) on TV every Sunday, (b) generally obnoxious, and (c) has a hidden agenda.  Cue Terry Bradshaw.

Bradshaw recently complained about Drew Brees’ record breaking 48 straight games with a touchdown pass, and how he was “upset” with how Drew made such a spectable of the whole thing by lobbying to have Sean Payton in the stands to watch him break the record.  Fine.  You think it was over the top, self-serving, a little presumptuous, perhaps?  Possibly.  However, when Drew broke the record (hey Terry, since he did it 47 fucking times in a row, it was a pretty good presumption) there was no on field celebration.  They didn’t stop the game, or have a special celebration.  People clapped, and Fox went to commercial.  That’s it.  So what’s the big deal?  What’s really bugging Terry?

It seems what’s really bothering Terry is the fact that these records are being broken in the first place, thus pushing former players (ahem) deeper into obscurity.  And what better way to discredit the modern players than calling into question the institution of records.  Said Terry, “I’m not much on that stuff … I’m not into records, fellas.  I’m just into winning football games.”  The has been continued, “I’m not into records, I’m into winning Super Bowls … These things aren’t important.  We lose sight of why we play.  We play to win and to win championships, not to break records.”

Well, The Machine is here to call bullshit on good old Terry.  You see, two days after Terry made those remarks, Ben Roethlisberger set the Steelers all-time passing record.  Whose record did he break, you ask?  You betcha, Terry P. Bradshaw’s.  Coincidence?  Come on, son.  The transparency is laughable.

So, when your record is about to be broken, all of a sudden records don’t matter anymore?  And, instead of being humble and magnanimous like say…Johnny Unitas (who was an absolute pro and handled Brees breaking his record with a sense of class and professionalism that is beyond Terry), you undermine your record breaker, in a completely dickish way.

Hey Terry, The Machine will let you in on a little secret.  The Steelers won 4 Super Bowls in the 70’s despite you, not because of you.  Your 12.25 completions in those Super Bowls hardly made a difference (don’t worry, you don’t hold the record for worst performance by a Steelers QB in a Super Bowl…Big Ben beat you there as well).

No Terry, you’re just a sad, bitter man that won’t let go of the past, which is funny, seeing as how you have no problem letting go of your failed marriages (Super Bowls 4, ex-wives 3).  Records, like your marriages, are made to be broken.  Get over it.

But here’s a record that no one can take from you.  First Steelers Tuesday Teabag.  You deserve it.

Happy Sunday!

This is how Canada was meant to be used.The weekend isn’t even over, and The Machine is already calling it a success.  The past 16 hours have consisted of the following activities:  Casino, sports book, Coors Light, and Chicken Wings.  And if that isn’t enough to satisfy any man, how about an epic, 12 inning Game 1 for the ages.  Let’s recap:

The Machine went international last night, traveling north to visit our friends in Canada in good old Niagara Falls.  Why, you ask, would you go to Canada when you already live in the best country ever (go ‘Merica!)?  Jonesing for a wax museum and funny accents?  No, friends.  It’s simple:  while there are many things to blame Canada for (Bryan Adams, Molson Golden, purple money with the Queen of England—seriously Canada, get your own fucking queen you hosers) there’s one thing they got right:  sports betting.  And since The Machine’s bookie is “taking some time off” we’re left with no choice but the head north.

But fear not.  The Machine’s ethnocentrism kicked in, so we crossed the border and used Canada like the cheap hooker that it is.  Total time spent in Canada:  45 minutes.

Upon crossing back over, The Machine quickly made its way to its favorite watering hole, hoping to catch the end of the Yanks/Tigers game.  We walked into the bar in the bottom of the ninth, Tigers up 4-0.  A noticeable amount of “fans” had already left Yankee Stadium (fickle bitches), and the bar smelled of dejection.  However, The Machine knew better.  One out, Jeter on second, and Papa Malo on the mound…and that’s when all hell broke loose.

The next 6 minutes were surreal.  Ichiro…bomb.  4-2.  Now there’s two outs, Tex with an 0-2 count, and The Machine (at least the part that’s a Tigers fan) was feeling better.  Until the following happened:  ball, ball, ball, ball…and up walks Raul Ibanez.  Was there any doubt he was hitting it out?  BOOM!!  4-4.  Tied ballgame.  At that point, Jim Leyland (clearly in need of a smoke) yanked Valverde (btw, if you need to know when to pull a pitcher, it’s right after the fucker gave up a 4 run lead in the bottom of the ninth).  Anyway, the Yanks luck ended right there, as the Tigers somehow persevered Papa Douchebag and wound up winning in 12…and Jeter snapped his ankle in the process.

While all that points to the Tigers having the upper hand in the series, don’t be so sure.  Unless the Tigers’ starting pitchers can go 9 innings every game (sure JV can but who else?) Valverde is going to go back on the mound…and with that, the Yankees are assured that they will always be in the game.  Don’t forget, Valverde blew a 3-1 ninth inning lead in Game 4 against the A’s…last night wasn’t an anomaly, it was a pattern.  For the Tigers to win this series, Leyland needs to show some Girardi-like stones and bench Valverde.  Sounds crazy, but so did benching A-Rod.

In any event, if the rest of this series can live up to Game 1, it’s going to be an epic battle.  The Yankees should be able to right the ship today against Anaibal Sanchez (no way he’s going the distance).  But they still have to face Verlander twice…got to love the Tigers chances there.

Anyway, the only way this weekend could get better is if The Machine hits on its 5-team parlay.  Here we go (Cleveland, Baltimore, Philly, St. Louis, Buffalo) here we go!!!

Game 5 — It’s on!!!

The postseason’s first Game 5, Athletics v. Tigers, just got underway.  FYI, half of The Machine is a diehard Tigers fan…the other half a front-running no good Yankees fan (but damn Raul was smooth last night).

Maybe it’s because the season is dreadfully long (who watches baseball in June?) but playoff baseball has a completely different feel than regular baseball.  It’s compelling, action packed, and the games don’t seem as long.  There are 4 games on tonight and The Machine has watched all of them.  We haven’t even checked the waiver wire in fantasy football (pick up Vick Ballard, btw).

Anyway, back to the A’s and Tigers.  Justin Verlander can firmly establish himself (and save Papa Grande’s ass) as the best pitcher in baseball with a clutch performance tonight, and the Tigers are going to need it too if they have any chance of winning.  Verlander needs to go at least 7 (really 8) innings.  Actually, he needs to throw a complete game.  And Miggy needs to put on the triple crown and get the offense rolling.

You got to hand it to the A’s.  It’s hard to name more than 3 members, but these no name moneyballers know how to get it done.  Down 0-2 in the series (and also down 3-1 in the bottom of the ninth last night) they’ve clawed their way back and have a chance to stage a remarkable comeback.

However, names matter, and the Tiger’s got em’.  Verlander’s good for at least 120 pitches, and that offense is waiting to tear it open.  It will be close, but The Machine believes in Motown.

The Machine’s totally arbitrary prediction:  Tigers 4, A’s 3.

Tuesday Teabag, October 2 – Rex Ryan

We know, Rex Ryan is a weekly shoe-in for a Tuesday Teabag (don’t worry, you can be a multiple award winner).  As if you need another reason to hate the Jets, they have the most overrated, loud mouth, all talk no action Coach in the NFL…perhaps in all sports (Ozzie Guillen may have something to say about that).

Look, there’s no one that loves to talk shit more than The Machine.  If trash talking were an Olympic Sport, The Machine is Michael Phelps.  But listen, to succeed in the art of trash talking (and believe us, it is an art) you must back it up. And that’s what Rex fails to understand.

Rex n effect has been talking trash forever.  When he first arrived in NY, it was mildly entertaining.  He made it to back-to-back AFC Championship games, so he had some room to talk.  He wore a wig to poke fun at his (equally overrated) brother Rob.  Christ, he wrote a book about how the Jets are the real New York team.

Now, he’s all talk with no results (how long ago do those playoff appearances fee?).  All of his bold moves and pronouncements have been complete and utter failures.  Making Santonio Holmes a Captain?  Failure.  Tim Tebow?  Failure.  Foot-gate?  Jury’s still out on that one (The Machine has a slight cougar foot fetish).  Now, in his latest effort to bring relevancy to the Jets, he declared that Darrelle Revis would not go on IR because, if the Jets make it to the Super Bowl, he may be healthy enough to play.  That was right before the Jets got absolutely smoked at home to the Niners, 34-0.  For a man that prides himself on defense, you gave up 34 points at home to an Alex Smith led offense.   Horrible.

Sure, you’re in first place at 2-2, but not for long.  Your strategy of talking shit to take the heat off you’re your players has, like your use of the Wildcat, been a complete disaster.  Instead, your antics have caused derision and resentment to run rampant through the locker room.  However, do you think Rex will finally learn to shut up and just coach?  Of course not.  Instead, look for Jabba the Hut to find new ways to create attention.

What will Rex do, you ask?  It’s simple:  he’ll start Tim Tebow.  It’s the biggest attention-grabbing stunt he can pull (unless you want to release some more home movies starring Mrs. Ryan).  It’s his last trump card, and it will lead to a total clusterfuck.  Not only will he destroy the season (come on, no matter how many WWJD bracelets this guy wears, he’s not an NFL quarterback) but it will cause irreparable damage with Mark Sanchez.  However, it will get ESPN to have a full time, round the clock crew following the Jets.  And that’s the only thing Rex is good at.

Tuesday Teabag, September 11

NFL Announcers

Yes, this is the first teabag that goes to an entire group of people.  Why, do you ask?  First, stereotyping is fun.  Second, and arguably more important, if you watched any of the games on Sunday (for the record, if you didn’t watch at least 3 games while constantly checking your fantasy score(s), then you’re on the wrong website) you no doubt noticed the constant talking about replacement referees.

Look, we get it.  Nobody likes the replacement refs.  There’s actually talk that (gasp!) a female referee was among these scabs.  However, listening to the announcers on Sunday, plus all the pre and post game shows…yes, we watch those too, much to the amazement of Mrs. Machine (“you already watched and know the scores of every game, why do you need to see highlights set to music?”) every time a flag was thrown or a call was made, it was questioned in the booth as to whether it was legit or not.  None more annoying than the cut shot to Mike Pereira during the Seahawks/Cardinals game.  Ok, the Seahawks got an extra time out.  Big fucking deal, it didn’t affect the game at all.  Listening to Sam Rosen and Heath Evans (FYI there’s a reason these fuckers are calling the Seahawks/Cardinals game) you’d think the scab refs were running around clueless.

When did the regular referees get put on pedestals that can do no wrong?  Remember when the refs got the coin toss wrong on the Lions/Steelers Thanksgiving overtime game?  Pretty sure the scabs didn’t get that wrong over the weekend.  There are countless other times the “real” refs messed up.  In fact, instant replay was created to erase the human error made by the “real” refs.

Listen, nobody wants to see Ed Hochuli and his guns back on the field more than The Machine, but it’s such low hanging fruit for the announcers to complain and question every time the scab refs make a call, and equaling annoying when they patronize a correct call.  Just shut up and call the game.  If it’s going to be like this every week, then this labor dispute needs to end now.  Until then, The Machine will boil with rage every time Kenny and Moose dissect a holding call.

Steroids—This Generation’s Problem???

What is it with old people that causes them to believe all the problems in the world are the current generation’s fault and that, back in their day, none of these problems existed?  It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy:  the older you get, the more the current generation sucks.

Recently, The Machine was at a family function doing what The Machine does best (crushing beers and talking sports) and the subject turned to steroids and performance enhancing drugs.  Instantly, the old people started right in about how the integrity of sports has been ruined by these cheaters, that the records being broken (you know, the records that were set by their sports icons) should still be recognized as the real records, and that any awards should be taken away.

Case in point:  Melky Cabrera, the latest pill-popper and distinguished Tuesday Teabag recipient.  Melky recently won the MVP of the All-Star Game, and helped to secure home field advantage to the National League in the World Series [let’s put aside that fact that deciding home field advantage by the winning team in the All-Star Game is the Dumbest.  Thing.  Ever.]  Unanimously, the old timers agreed that Melky should be stripped of his MVP Award, that Barry Bonds should have an asterisk next to his home run total, and that Roger Clemens should not get in to the Hall of Fame.  Thank God The Machine was there to put these people in check.

The Machine:    “You know it was your generation that introduced steroids to sports, right?”

Old Person:        “Yeah, but not to the extent it’s being used now.”  Came the expected reply.

The Machine:    “So you want to make a big statement about cleaning up sports, right?”

Old Person:        “I don’t like where this is headed.”

The Machine:    “So let’s take away the Steelers four Super Bowls from the 70’s and Willie Mays’ two MVP awards.”

Old Person:        “What the fuck are you talking about young man!”

And therein lies the problem.  You can’t just set 2003 as the date by which you start taking away results.  And it’s just as stupid to go further back in time.  And you can’t just blame the last decade as defiling the integrity of sports.  What happened, happened.  Steroids weren’t illegal in the 1970’s (neither was HGH in baseball until 2005).  Perhaps they weren’t “illegal” but everyone knew it was wrong.  And please, can we stop with the notion that this is our fault?  The Machine’s willing to bet that more professional athletes used steroids in the 1970’s than today.  Steroids weren’t newsworthy then like they are now.  Nobody gave a shit…kind of like nobody gave a shit about wearing seatbelts or listening to good music (seriously, the Bee Gees?).

Look, The Machine gets that being old sucks but come on people, have some perspective.  Your sports idols and heroes were just as corrupt, meatheaded, and obsessed with getting an edge on the competition as ours are.  And, as long as we have professional sports in this country, there will always be people that will lie and cheat their way to the top.  However, The Machine’s convinced that the next generation will be worse than today’s.  Kids these days…