According to Blogpulse, 57,265 web logs were created in the past 24 hours.
Make that 57,266 – a little more than the world’s population increase every six hours, but less than the number of words Joe Theismann uses on the average football broadcast.
In other words, we’re a grain of sand on the beach, a pixel on the HDTV of life.
Even the tiniest of particles vibrate, though, so here we are – and what better time to crack the bottle of champagne over the bow of a new sports blog than September? Pennant races, football (and futbol) injuries, hockey’s back, the season for marathons and horse races.
In other words, there are more hopes on the line this time of year than any other. And on the subject of that, is there a better team going than the Cleveland Indians, the easiest team to like in pro sports right now?
Last night, the Indians won in Chicago with the same recipe they’ve used for the past few months: the best bullpen in the league, smart baseball sense, nice defence, timely hitting and the game’s next great player.
As good as they look, though, the White Sox, which held a 15-game lead on Aug. 1, counter with the emotionless, haunted visage of fabled September collapsing artists – it's so quiet, writes Mike Downey, "you could hear a pennant drop" -- which is the other side, always, of these kind of autumn stories. Bucky (Bleeping) Dent is nobody without the ’78 Red Sox, and Yaz slumping his shoulders after popping up to third for the final out. The ’04 Red Sox are nothing without the Yankees’ swoon for the ages, with A-Rod’s slap the pratfall that best illustrated their fall (and those ’04 Red $ox, with baseball’s second biggest payroll behind the default-setting Yanks, are just another baseball team without the overrated baggage of all those title-starved years following them around). If the White Sox are indeed done when this is all over, they too will carry that iconic moment of failure -- unless, like the '64 Phillies, the mere mention of their name is enough.
But that was last year. It's the Red Sox' turn to get back to their usual gagging, and over at the always entertaining Soxaholix, they're asking the question:
"When exactly did the Sox toss out all the Bill James books and replace them with Deepak Chopra?"
A troubling thought: There’s an entire generation just coming of age here in Toronto that can’t remember just how delicious this pennant race stuff is. It's either/or, all month long, which sure beats trying to remember what year we're into J.P.'s rebuilding plan.
A question for the day, because for another fall, all we have are memories: What was the biggest sporting collapse you can remember by a Toronto team? And the most memorable comeback? Let me know, and more, in the comments.
Couple of other good reads this morning:
Fan apathy, a boring product, soaring ticket prices, spiralling salaries -- welcome to the Premier League.