A new out for every bad move ever made by any GM
So the Grey Cup is in town, the pucks are doing whatever the pucks are doing, the NFL rumbles on, the NBA season is getting into full swing with all kinds of storylines and what’s big news?
The Blue Jays!
If yesterday wasn’t their best day in more than a decade, I don’t know what was.
And that’s a way to create some buzz around your team and still some winter thunder.
So, with a dearth of Raptors news and not a whole lot going on in the NBA and yesterday a terribly quiet day, lots of little things to think of.
I think my new favourite phrase in sports is “plausible baseball judgement.”
That was part of Bud Selig’s reasoning when he decided the 12-player blockbuster between the Blue Jays and Miami Marlins could go through and it’s about perfect isn’t it?
Doesn’t have to be “sound” judgement or even “good” judgement, just “plausible.”
I’m not entirely sure what that means, which makes it perfect. It gives everyone an out, a way to cover their butts, just about anything can be described as plausible and it’s just a way of making a decision without really making a decision.
Imagine if we moved it from one sport to the other?
Do you think David Stern would have said it was “plausible” basketball judgement when the Raptors traded Vince to the Nets?
How “plausible” is it that the pucks poohbahs – on both sides – have the best interest of the game and the fans in mind as they lollygag towards some inevitable settlement?
Toronto drafts Rafael Araujo? That wouldn’t pass the Plausible Test, would it?
So there you have it: If something odd happens, or something bad happens, or someone does something that creates all kinds of questions and concern, just say:
“Hey, it’s plausible (fill in the blank) judgement, let’s move on."
I have no clue who Amy is but I’m glad she’ll have a choice of transferring to San Francisco, Chicago or New York for her job and that her very long, very loud conference call went well Monday morning.
And people in airport lounges should be a whole lot quieter.
When in Philly, listen to what Philly has to offer and there’s no disputing Patti LaBelle’s got some singing chops, is there?
So, what about the Raptors?
Yesterday was a day off so there was no news and talking to a couple of people made it sound like it was a wonderfully boring day.
And considering what’s ahead – three road games in four days – and what’s behind them – check the minute for Calderon and DeRozan since that Utah game a week ago – a day of nothing but a flight isn’t a bad thing at all.
One little item, though, and I don’t have all the details but I do have enough.
I understand Kyle Lowry landed back in his hometown early last evening and immediately got to work, collaring a couple of friends and teammates to go out and deliver about 300 turkey baskets to Philly families heading into the Thanksgiving holiday.
Best part of it?
No one knew. He did it without any pre-event fanfare, it was set up without the team knowing and it wasn’t done for measure of self-aggrandizement.
Good on him.
If you get the chance, the Field House Sports Bar under the arch next to the Reading Terminal and about 100 metres from my hotel is a fine place for a quiet Philly evening.
Solid menu of drink and food, loads of TVs and close. That’s a helluva trifecta.
I can’t truly speak to his managing bonafides – I’ll leave that to Griff and those with the smarts to do it – but I remember the night he almost got into a fistfight with Ted Lilly and he’s the no-nonsense kind of guy you’ve got to love.
I did cover a few games he managed in Toronto back in the day and he was personable and affable and chatty and the only thing the Seamhead Grunt are going to be miffed about is that he talks about a million miles a minute and it’s going to cause some transcription nightmares for pre- and post-game scrums.
But the immediate reaction to the story should be:
How cool is this! Gibby’s back!
And, surely, Alex has to be done now, doesn’t he?
The big thing now is for the team’s front office to leverage this great week with a pre-Christmas ticket sale blitz that no one’s seen around these parts since the 1990s.
Yeah, things are really looking up in Cleveland, no?
And I know everything should be taken as one thing at a time and there’s no real reason to connect one thing to another but this is now three years in a row that the kid has missed a large chunk of his season; it may not really be cause for concern down there but maybe it should be at least a little.
It’s a troubling trend.
Quick Philly story, and pardon me if it’s been told before.
It’s the year the HOTH win their first playoff series and the workload is, well, tremendous.
We finish Game 5 in New York on a Friday and the first game here is on Sunday and The Current Comeback Writer Of The Year and I schlep our tired selves onto to a train down here, with a whole lot of work to do.
It’s a last minute hotel booking and we’re somewhere in Rittenhouse Square for the first time.
Well, back then you could still find a fresh air room and I’m thinking, okay, many hours of work ahead but at least I won’t have to go outside too often.
Well, tired as we are – and it’s a tiredness that’s a bit self-inflicted – we get to the hotel (a Sheraton, if I remember) and my friend is first up to the desk while I, grumpily, wait.
Imagine my surprise when I overhear that it’s some kind of green-friend, ecologically-lovely hotel where there is no fresh air anywhere on the premises.
She looks aghast, and a tad sheepish.
“Oh, oh. The guy behind me isn’t going to be impressed.”
I immediately get on the phone and make arrangements to move to the Marriott.
Been here every trip since.