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Hey, baseball fans! Did you know it's Hall of Fame weekend in Cooperstown? With names like Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire, Jeff Bagwell, Mike Piazza and Curt Schilling on the list of potential inductees for this year's Hall of Fame class, the weekend is certain to be one for the ages.

This year's Hall of Fame class includes...um, well…Hank O'Day and, uh, Jacob Ruppert and…Deacon White. It's a veritable who's who of Hall of Fame inductees, as in "who's getting into the Hall of Fame this year? Who?!"

Instead of spending the weekend reveling in the Hall of Fame speeches and talking about Bonds and Clemens and a host of players who were far and away the greatest of their generation, most baseball fans are ignoring the Hall of Fame entirely to talk more about…A-Rod.

Which got me thinking maybe Rodriguez, with a little help from Clemens, should open up his own Baseball Hall of Fame, where he can be enshrined after he retires, or is retired.


When I heard the news that Major League Baseball had finally suspended Milwaukee Brewers slugger Ryan Braun for using performance-enhancing drugs, forcing him to sit for the remainder of the 2013 season, my first reaction was, "Huh, that really sucks for the Brewers, I guess."

While some may feel a sense of accomplishment or an overwhelming feeling of karma catching up to a guy who cheated and defiantly lied about it time and again, I felt, "Huh." Apathy. 

My tenor has changed on this over the years. I used to be one of the people who would pound on a table when player needed to be exposed for cheating. "The truth has to come out, dammit."

I've long since resigned myself to the belief that players are always going to look for an edge, and it may be better for everyone if we all just sit back and let them find it.

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Ryan Braun cheated, lied and is paying the price for his baseball misdeeds.

Major League Baseball won its fight with Braun, and according to reports funneling out after the news of Braun's suspension for the remainder of the season, the suspension for Alex Rodriguez could be far worse.

Major League Baseball is sending a message to all its players with these landmark Biogenesis suspensions—which presents the question, why isn't MLB also sending a message to its teams?

If MLB really wants to clean up the game and eradicate performance-enhancing drugs from the league, Bud Selig and his coalition of narcs shouldn't just go after the cheaters. They would be wise to start punishing teams for harboring the cheaters.


Phil Mickelson never expected to win a British Open in his career. Even after he secured the Claret Jug on Sunday with a five-under 66 that he called "probably the best round of my career," Mickelson seemed surprised, in a way, at his own excellence. During the championship ceremony, he said:

Where does the British Open championship put Mickelson on the list of all-time greats? Suddenly, he's a lot closer to the top.

Two days ago, Mickelson was still already one of the greatest golfers of his era, sitting just inside the second cut—if you will—of the best players of all time. Phil had won four major titles and had collected a career's worth of second-place finishes, including six at the U.S. Open, a major he has yet to win. 

When Mickelson finished second in the 2013 U.S. Open at Merion after holding the 54-hole lead, he told reporters that all he felt was "heartbreak." No one, not even Mickelson, thought his major championship redemption would have come so soon. 


Phil Mickelson is a sayer of sooths.

After the third round of the 2013 British Open, Mickelson sat down with ESPN's Tom Rinaldi and said he thought the champion would finish at even par, with one over par good enough to get into a playoff. Mickelson said if he could shoot a round in the 60s—he was four back at the time and finished the third round five off the lead—he would put himself in a position to win.

Rinaldi cackled at the absurdity of it all—not only that Mickelson could know the number he would need on Sunday to win the major championship no one—including Phil—ever thought he would win, but also that Mickelson knew the number before a dozen players had even finished their rounds for the day.

It turns out, he was right. Of course he was right.


Early in his second round at the 2013 British Open, Tiger Woods hit, by his standards, a poor approach into one of Muirfield's increasingly treacherous greens. Woods chuckled and flashed a sarcastic, toothsome grin while the ball was in flight before blurting out, "aw, fffff..." as it landed. 

Watching the coverage on television, viewers were unsure how that utterance finished, as ESPN's coverage quickly flashed away from the camera on Woods. The shot certainly was an "aw, fffff" moment for the world's top-ranked player, though it was one of just a few in his even-par round of 71.

At the time he finished his round, Woods was just three back of lead, with half the field still to play its second round of 18 holes at Muirfield. (Update: Woods now trails leader Miguel-Angel Jimenez by just one stroke going into Round 3.) It was a typical major championship grind for Woods, who may finally be showing signs of getting back to what typical, for him, used to be. 

The conditions at Muirfield have been giving the players fits, from the change in wind direction—most players did not have a chance to practice with wind like they saw on Friday—to greens that are much faster than the players traditionally expect from an Open Championship, to rough that can reach up to the players' waists.


In golf, all things are relative. 

If someone put on the early morning coverage of the Open Championship on Thursday and watched only Rory McIlroy, this would have looked like the hardest tournament in years.

With a steady but relatively light wind, McIlroy could not find the fairway all day, hitting just five fairways in his round and repeatedly landing in the wheat-like rough off the tee. He finished at eight-over 79.

McIlroy's Nike shoes must have been loaded with sand, as he was unable to avoid the greenside bunkers on several holes. When he did find the green, McIlroy struggled to find the cup, pulling many putts to the left, missing the hole completely. 


Sepp Blatter loves a good party.

In order for the 2022 World Cup to be the type of party the current FIFA president will want to attend, he has come to the (not) shocking (in any way) realization that Qatarin the summer—may not be the best place to boogie down.

According to ESPNFC.com, Blatter notes, "If this World Cup is to become a party for the people, you can’t play football in the summer. You can cool down the stadiums, but you can’t cool down the whole country."

Right now, as I type this story, it is 95 degrees in Doha, Qatar. It "feels like" 113. The past 24 hours of precipitation, per weather.com, is "not applicable."


Phil Mickelson has always held a tremendous flair for the dramatic. With the Open Championship at Muirfield beginning Thursday, Lefty has another chance this summer to make people take notice. 

After Mickelson won the Scottish Open last week for his first victory in Europe since 1993, it seems pretty clear that there are only two potential outcomes this week: Phil will win the whole damn thing or miss the cut…again. 

Mickelson has a horrible record at the Open Championship. He has just two top-five finishes in his career—third place in 2004 and tied for second in 2011—with four missed cuts in his 18 tournament entries and an average finish of 36th place in those in which he did make the cut, finishing 40th or worse six times (not counting amateur result). Even when Phil makes the cut, he is rarely at the top of the Open leaderboard.

Why would this year be any different? Well, maybe Phil is different.


Citi Field in New York is ready for some long-ball action, and you at home can be too. It's Home Run Derby time!

If you turn up the volume really loud on Monday night, you might hear all the amazing Derby sounds. The buzz of anticipation from the crowd. The crack of the bat. The pop of the glove for every ball a hitter lets go by in an effort to find that perfect pitch.

The pop of another pitch he let go by. And another pitch…and another…and for the love of God, man, just swing at the next damn ball before we all fall asleep! 

Of course, be careful how loud you turn up those speakers. Chris Berman is back, back, back calling the Home Run Derby for yet another year. ESPN brass should probably stay off the Internet for a few hours.