Up in Boston, the Washington Nationals were introducing the Red Sox to the new world order. Youth, speed, and defense trumps dysfunctional big name ballclub in this day and age. Prior to this weekend series the Nats were 0-9 in Fenway. Now they're 3-9, while the Sox have plunged two games under .500.
Other highlights around the league include the Mariner's 6-pitcher no-hitter against the Dodgers on Friday, Aroldis Chapman's 102 MPH fastball losing it's way two nights in a row against the Tigers (giving up his first earned runs of the season,) the Orioles walking off on the Phillies, and plenty of other hot hot MLB action you can catch up with over at Fan IQ's TWIB. We've got horses to race over here.
The Belmont takes a hit, losing it's Triple Crown horse in I'll Have Another a day before the race, due to a swollentendon. What I don't get here is how I'll Have Another failed to recognize the moment, her possible place in history, and all the fans it she was letting down when she opted out of the race. Above all else, I question her committment to running in circles, and am forced to ask why she chose the sport in the first place.
Regardless, it ended up another exciting horse race, with Union Rags pulling it out right at the end, and most importantly, only lost 5 dollars. I want to hear who lost/won the most on this race. Post below. Biggest loser gets a patented FanIQ slap on the rear end.
The NHL refuses to budge, puts the Kings Devils Game 5 on at 8 PM and in direct conflict with the Celtics Heat in Game 7. As a result, I have no idea what happened here, except that the Devils must have won because the two teams are playing tonight, again at 8 PM. But seriously, this series just. Got. Interesting. After being up 3-0 in the series, this has become a must-win for the Kings. They can not risk going back to New Jersey in jeopardy of being the first team in history to lose the Stanley Cup in such a fashion. And, best of all, you won't miss any basketball by watching this one!
WTF, is the only way I can sum up what happened between Bradley and Pacquiao. It was bizarre, to say theleast.To sit in a room with a bunch of friends and watch all twelve rounds of that fight, pulling for Bradley but recognizing how consistently he was getting beat, all to hear Bradley's name called at the end as the victor. There were no words. What we had just witnessed, versus what the judges had scored, made zero sense. I felt I had just been robbed of all the truth I had ever known. I'm sure those of you who watched the entire fight felt the same way. The question, in the end, had to be "why the fuck did I just watch this?"