Essentially, Everett is claiming that the media is at fault for his ten game suspension.
After you flail around like a fucking moron, get in the umps face, bump him, throw shit around the dugout, then throw a bat on the field, OF COURSE it’s the media. It just couldn’t be you, could it? Shithead.
Here’s a quote from the linked column.
Carl Everett: “The whole thing is that the majority of the media tried to make a monster out of a guy, Everyone is quick to judge. I fault the media. … I would say I didn’t do the things people said I did.”
Yeah, fuck you and non-responsibility taking dumbass.
Aside from the fact that the game is currently set up to put the pitcher at as much of a disadvantage as possible, Everett still can’t be bothered to stay inside the box? Unreal. Cook getting tossed out of the game for plunking him the night before is an absolute crime. If anything, he didn’t hit him hard enough. If you’re going to crowd the plate then be a MAN and pay the freaking price. And don’t whine like a little, bleeding bitch when the ump casually suggests you keep your feet inside the box, as thousands of previous hitters over the last one hundred years have managed to do.
What do you want, Carl? The catcher to put the ball on a fucking tee for you?
Baseball umps are the only refs in any of the four major American sports that aren’t a complete fucking joke. It absolutely burns me when they get bumped or spat upon. Hell –
Basketball: The refs do everything in their power to make the NBA look wholly fixed. And they do it well.
Hockey: The post-season is called completely different from the regular season. Unbelievable.
Football: As a Saints fan, what happened in week two last year versus the Niners was probably absolutely abhorrent. Jerry Rice waving his limp wrist about as if hailing a cab – and then getting the flag? Awful. Calling “roughing the QB” when Chris Hewitt smeared Steve Young was the call of a coward.
Baseball umps virtually always get their plays correct – especially the bang-bang plays – and considering how MLB has treated them they are, treated as a whole, free from favoritism. Sure, occasionally there will be a .210 scrub pissing about how Maddux or Wells got the black part of the plate, but there’s at least a level of consistency there.
How difficult is it to not bump an ump? And Christ – unless some beat writer was sending forced telepathic orders for him to have half his ass out of the box he should leave the media out of it.
He doesn’t exactly have the sanest track record to go with either. I like him as a ballplayer, but as a person he seems slightly less stable than a pyramid of glasses stacked on the back of a newborn horse.
I hope they increase his suspension just because he appealed.
You can’t increase an employee’s suspension because he appeals it. Baseball’s appeals process is exactly like almost any appeals process you’ll ever find, and punishing someone more for appealing pretty much blows the whole purpose of the thing.
What do you expect from a baseball player in Boston, eh?
Yer pal,
Satan
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Does Everett really think that moving that extra two inches toward the plate makes any difference at all?
Does he think the rules don’t apply to him?
He got into it with his own teammate (Bret Saberhagen, I think it was) in the dugout after his wig-out. I’m pretty sure Saberhagen was letting him have it, for allowing his ego and lack of self-control to hurt his team. Everett fancies himself a leader on the Red Sox. What good, exactly, is he doing his team by having his potent bat out of the lineup for 10 games, in a tight pennant race?
Does he reflect upon this and feel remorse? Noop. He blames everybody’s favorite dog to kick, the media.
Earlier this season I attended a Jays-Red Sox game at the Skydome. (It was the game before the one where Pedro Matinez gave up five runs and subsequently went on the DL, thus missing the All-Star game.) A loud and boisterous group of Sox fans was sitting near us. One particularly loud ass-head actually said something to the e4ffect of “The Jays suck, we’re made the playoffs three times in a row, ha ha” and such.
A guy nearby half-stood and yelled, “Hey, pal, I can remember when MY team won the World Series. You can’t because it was during World War I. They haven’t won the big prize during your lifetime and they never will, 'cause they’re the Red Sox. You’ll die waiting, buddy. Two words: Bill Buckner! Ha ha ha!” The entire section erupted in cheers.
All I have to say back then is look at the standings.
And check the championship lists from the last four years and all of history.
Then you can get back to me…
Yer pal,
Satan
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