No, not even Derek Jeter as the third Iglesias brother could save America.You'd think we'd get a hang of this baseball and international dominance thing. I mean, in all likelihood, you grew up with a bat and glove in your crib. You either, later, chose to use that bat for your next B-and-E (that's breaking and entering for you non-criminals) or you relinquished the bat and glove and chose to skip rope next to your friends Ashley and Michelle, you being the one without the vagina. So with home grown talent like Adam Dunn and Derek Jeter, who both have spent their lives fielding routine grounders in the infield, we have to have a pretty good grip on this supposedly great American sport, right? That's unless we hastily assemble a team of lazy loos and subpar talent.
The U.S. was eliminated from the World Baseball Classic '09 by the Japs (damn dirty big teeth, slanted eyed...can I keep going?...Godzilla loving...) in semifinal play. Of course, this is a step up from the Americans' showing in 2006 when they were ousted by Mexico, of all countries, in the second round.
I would love to think that America's game can truly be America's game but it's not. Most of the Majors' best players either came here by raft or American but can't help the cause because they can't throw over the big stacks of money blocking their way. I commend the guys on the U.S. squad for putting their country before them but they didn't feel like playing, and you could see that. Even if it was play in time for spring training, they didn't feel like shagging balls (Heh.) unless they were being paid for it. It looked like some of them wanted to leave to make it back to their big condos in Arizona or Florida to resume practice for their "real" team. There is no love of the game anymore. And the group of Americans proved that.
When do we start dunking on French people again?
Wow. My first poignant post. How can I ruin this moment? Oops. I just crap my pants.
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