7 Coaches Who Should Replace Charlie Weis at Notre Dame

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Notre Dame head coach Charlie Weis could be out at the end of the season. But who should replace him?
As we near the end of another college football season, one of America's favorite subjects rises again: What happens to Notre Dame?

Why is this non-story a story? Yu don't have to look far -- whether in St. Louis or in any other part of the country -- Notre Dame fans, however obnoxious or uppity, are everywhere.

Since Lou Holtz left the Irish after the '96 season, the national relevance of the program has diminished almost as much as Holtz's relevance as an ESPN analyst. Notre Dame has no trouble being relevant to fans or the media because it's, well, Notre Dame. But the program isn't the problem, it's the coach. When Charlie Weis was brought in five years ago, it was because he was an alumni and he had credentials as the offensive coordinator for the Super Bowl-winning dynasty New England Patriots. It seemed like a logical choice, right?

Astros Fire Manager Cecil Cooper

Well, it's nice to see the Houston Astros are still a train wreck. 

Earlier today, the Astros fired manager Cecil Cooper and named third base coach Dave Clark as the interim manager. It probably shouldn't come as a huge surprise to anyone Cooper got fired; after all, what manager wouldn't get canned after failing to take the collection of Hall of Fame talent the Astros' front office assembled this offseason to a title? I mean, seriously. The Astros are one of the best-run teams in all of baseball, and Cecil Cooper was obviously the albatross bringing that team down. 
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Why No-Trade Clauses are a Bad Idea: Billy Wagner

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I know I've mentioned before - numerous times, most likely - how much I hate no-trade clauses in baseball contracts. In particular, the no-trade clause in Kyle Lohse's contract has proven to be a source of major irritation to me, not because I don't think Lohse is a useful pitcher, but because I largely expect Lohse to be a fairly useful pitcher with a bad contract that would be hard to move in any circumstances, and damned near impossible when the player has the option of just saying, "Ummmm... nah." 

You want an example of why no-trade clauses are such a bad idea in all but the rarest of situations? Well I'm happy to hear that, because we have one of the best examples you could ever ask for right now in New York - or maybe Boston, I'm not entirely sure - in Mr. Billy Wagner

Juan Encarnacion, Statesman?

RETRACTION: This story was based on an inaccurate news report (linked below.) We will leave the post up, but know that Encarnacion is not running for office, and is living in Florida, according to his fiancee, reached by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Juan Encarnacion
, the former Cardinal right fielder who lost much of the vision in his right eye after being struck by a foul ball off the bat of Aaron Miles, is running for a Senatorial seat in his native Dominican Republic

Topps to Become Exclusive Baseball Card Company

File under ridiculous douchebag bullshit: Major League Baseball and Topps have reached an agreement to make Topps the only licensed maker of baseball cards. 

I'm not going to try and be balanced or fair about this. This is fucking bullshit. Of all the shitty things MLB has done over the years - and they are legion - this one just may take the cake. Licensing only one company to make baseball cards? Really? In what alternate universe is this a good idea? 

Michael Vick Day: Fun For the Whole Family, Death for Many, Many Animals

That's right, folks; Michael Vick is getting his very own day. 


In Vick's hometown of Newport News (And by the way, what the hell kind of name is that for a town? Did they name the town after the local paper,  rather than the other way around?), the local chapter of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference is planning on holding a celebration in honor of the embattled quarterback. 

Manny Ramirez: Not Only a Cheater, But a Liar As Well

I try not to get too very sanctimonious over much of anything in life. I don't consider myself a moral relativist, by any means, but I just don't believe things are very often defined sharply in black and white. We all do what we have to to get by in life, and all too often, that means compromising ourselves and our beliefs. You do the best you can, and hope at the end of the day you can still look yourself in the mirror. 

However, I will tell you this: I'm having a very, very difficult time keeping an open mind currently on the subject of one Manny Ramirez. I wrote just recently about the booing he's received at Busch Stadium, and how maybe we should all take a closer look at why we're really booing him, but you know what? To hell with that. 

Mark Buehrle Tosses a Perfect Game

Just a few minutes ago, Mark Buehrle, the lefty from the Chicago White Sox who just also happens to be a St. Louis native, completed the eighteenth perfect game in baseball history. 

Congratulations to Mark, who actually attended college three minutes from my childhood home. Of course, my congratulations come with just a twinge of bitterness, as I can't help but think he should have done this in a Cardinal uniform. After all, didn't we hear constantly from him for most of his career how much he wanted to someday pitch for the Redbirds? Then he goes and signs a big extension with the White Sox. By now, he could have been free of the horrid bonds of Chicago, pitching here in his native city. Sigh. Oh, well. 

All half-joking sour grapes aside, it was the first perfect game I've ever had the pleasure to see the end of live, and I'm ecstatic it was one of our own who tossed it. 

Congrats, Mark. Hell of a game. 

Juan Uribe Should be Ashamed of Himself

Jonathan Sanchez threw the first no-hitter of 2009 last night in San Francisco. It was an achingly beautiful performance, ten strikeouts, no walks. ESPN cut to the game during Baseball Tonight, so that anyone watching at the right time got to see Sanchez make history. 

In short, it was a magical night. Unfortunately, there are two players involved that should feel awful about themselves this morning. 

The Marquis Attraction

I wonder what sort of greeting Jason Marquis is going to get from the Busch Stadium crowd? I assume it will be positive, in keeping with the spirit of the All-Star Game and all, but I have to admit, if Marquis does in fact get into the game, I'll be sitting there in the press box, secretly hoping for one of those Whitey-Ford-killed-by-a-hail-of-pretzels-moments. Not because I dislike Jason Marquis all that much - though I do admit he used to make me want to rip my own eyes out of my head to avoid watching him pitch any more - but because the very fact Marquis is an All-Star frankly makes me question the inherent worth of mankind. 

Clayton Mortensen Called Up (?)

It appears that Clayton Mortensen has been called up by the Cardinals. A poster by the name of cardsfan1 first reported it over at Future Redbirds, and this particular poster has been known to be very reliable. 

If this report is true, I have to admit being both excited and downright confused by this move. Excited because I'm extremely curious to see how Mortensen's stuff plays against the big boys; Mort has been a bit of a pet prospect of mine for quite some time, as I included him in the very first thing I ever wrote professionally. And confused because, quite honestly, I just don't see how a) the Cardinals need yet another fucking pitcher, and b) Mortensen has been strictly a starter to this point in his career. 

The Draft Thread

Well, here we go, everybody. The Draft is finally here, and now we wait for the Nationals to tell us what we already know. 

Aaaaand there we are. Strasburg is the pick at #1. In other news, the sun came up in the East this morning, and likely will again tomorrow. 

Random Thursday Notes

I don't have much of anything to really talk about today, and am in absolutely no mood to rehash the ugliness that was last night's game. Suffice it to say I'm disappointed to once again see a Cardinal player not go on the disabled list, only to struggle and end up on the DL anyway, except a couple of weeks later. 

The Same Old Izzy That We Used to Know

One of my favorite pastimes is to go over to Fangraphs and look at the win probability charts for baseball games after they end. It's especially fun to look at games in which really wacky things have happened, as the peaks and valleys are often marvels to behold. 

Never before, though, have I ever seen a graph quite like the one I saw last night. Yesterday, the Cleveland Indians took on the Tampa Bay Rays at Jacobs Field in Cleveland. The Rays jumped all over the Indians' starter, Fausto Carmona, and had built themselves a massive lead. Then, the unthinkable happened. In the ninth inning, the Indians scored seven runs to win the game by the score of 11-10. And at the center of it all was an old friend of ours, a friend whom I can't say I'm all that sad to see in another team's uniform. But first, the graph in question.

Former Rams QB Tony Banks Could Have Saved Dirk Nowitzki a Lot of Trouble

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The sad, sad tale of Dirk Nowitzki's relationship trouble just keeps getting worse. 

It isn't bad enough that the German-born basketball player's girlfriend, one Cristal Taylor (original name Crystal Taylor), was recently revealed as a longtime scam artist. Nor is it enough that despite Nowitzki being one of the most private professional athletes in the world, his personal business is now splashed across tabloids everywhere. Hell, even the speculation that this woman may actually be carrying the NBA star's child isn't the worst of this whole sordid tale. 

No, the worst thing is this: Dirk was indulging in Tony Banks' sloppy seconds. 

Man, really puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

Manny Being Manny, Being Suspended

The fallout from the suspension of Manny Ramirez is coming hard and fast now. 

Yovani Gallardo is Better Than the Cardinals

Remember in the first series of this season, when the Cardinals were playing the Pittsburgh Pirates, and we all felt really good? We all thought, "Hey, this'll be great! The Cards can get off to a hot start, sort of pad the old record a little bit. After all, what are the Pirates for?" 

Well, things didn't work out so well for the Cards in that series, as they split the four-game set, but I have the answer. The answer is Yovani Gallardo.

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Gallardo pitched eight innings and scored the Brewers only run when he homered. The Brewers beat the Pirates 1-0.
You may not be all that familiar with the name yet, but trust me, you will be very shortly. Yovani Gallardo is probably the best young pitcher in the game that no one knows, and he gave us a game for the ages last night. In fact, he came as close to single-handedly beating a team as you're ever going to see.

Phillies Announcer Harry Kalas, 73, Dies Afer Collapse in Broadcast Booth

Harry Kalas, the voice of the Philadelphia Phillies, was found unconscious earlier today in the Washington Nationals' broadcast booth, where he was preparing to work the Nats-Phillies game. He was taken to the hospital, where he later passed away. Cause of death is as yet unknown. 


The death of Mr. Kalas yet another step closer to the end of the broadcasting age, it seems. Of the great old broadcasters, only a couple are left. Vin Scully, out in Los Angeles, is the grand old man of them all now. (Confession time: I've never really liked Scully. I like a little more energy. There. I just had to get that off my chest.) Milo Hamilton still does a very limited schedule of games in Houston, and Dave Niehaus is still the voice of the Seattle Mariners after all these years, and that's pretty much it. 

Harry Caray is gone. Mel Allen is gone. Jack Buck, still the greatest of them all in my ever so humble opinion, is gone. The days of tuning the radio to the ballgame and knowing instantly who you were listening to seem to be numbered. 

You know the voice of Harry Kalas, even if you don't realize it. In addition to broadcasting for the Phillies, Kalas was also the narrator for all the NFL Films productions. Here, try this: just imagine the words, "Doomsday Defense." Okay, that voice you hear saying it? That's Harry Kalas.

Don King: "It's the Perfect Time to Meet Me in St. Louis"

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Latimore, right, with longtime trainer Kenny Loehr
This just in: Fight night is finally set for April 24 for the IBF junior middleweight championship belt match-up between hometown favorites, Cory Spinks and DeAndre "Bull" Latimore.

Spinks and Latimore will face off about 10 p.m. central time Friday, April 24, at the Scottrade Center. St. Louisan Devon Alexander will also fight that night against a yet-to-be-named opponent.

Don King is putting on the card. "I love St. Louis and I'm happy to have the top three prizefighters from this great American city on the same card at Scottrade Center," King said in a statement. "Spring is almost here so it's the perfect time to meet me in St. Louis on April 24 to see the best of the old and best of the new. It's going to be what we call a Lou thing."

Ticket info and more after the jump...

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S- Oh, Wait, Nevermind.

Well, the United States is out of the World Baseball Classic. Honestly, I'm not particularly surprised, and you shouldn't be either. What I am surprised by, though, at least a bit, is how little I care. 

The Patriots' Smell Floats to Kansas City

The most important bit of news over the weekend was the big deal that took place in the NFL, when the Kansas City Chiefs acquired quarterback Matt Cassel and linebacker Mike Vrabel from the New England Patriots for a second-round pick.

Now, that's pretty newsworthy just by itself, of course; Cassel was one of the biggest stories in football last year. When Tom Brady got hurt, Cassel stepped in and took over the Patriots' offense; the team barely missed a beat. They finished just out of the playoff picture, surprising everyone. What's more, Cassel himself was an absolute beast, throwing for over 400 yards in back-to-back games, an almost unheard-of feat.

On top of all that, throw in Mike Vrabel, who's been a huge part of the success that New England has had this decade, and you've got a blockbuster trade.

But that's not really why the deal is making such huge headlines. 

Jose Canseco Sleeps With the Fishes

You know, I had never really thought about the steroid issue from this angle before, but Ron Kittle thinks that Jose Canseco may want to watch his back

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Canseco and Rafael Palmeiro engage in a deadly game of cat and mouse. 
After the former Oakland slugger broke baseball's code of silence, Kittle (who once won the AL Rookie of the Year Award with the Chicago White Sox), thinks it's only a matter of time before someone takes a shot at Canseco. 

"My first thought was: 'I wonder who's going to be the first one to shoot him.' I still think somebody who might have had their life ruined might take vengeance on him. If I were [Canseco], I would think about that..." 

What is the world coming to, when a steroid freak ex-ballplayer can't squeal on all his former teammates without his personal safety being threatened?

ROBBIE ALOMAR GAVE ME AIDS! and Other Headlines You Thought Were Jokes

Oh, for the love of god. 

What in the world is happening to the game of baseball? We've got steroid allegations cropping up every day, Bud Selig is somehow making more money that Albert Pujols, and now, of all things, a lawsuit centering on AIDS. 

Roberto Alomar, the former major league second basemen who played primarily for the Toronto Blue Jays and Cleveland Indians in his seventeen-year career, is being sued by his ex-girlfriend, Ilya Dall, for allegedly having unprotected sex with her despite allegedly having AIDS. 

Interestingly, the suit does not claim that Alomar knew he had AIDS, but only that he should have perhaps suspected it. Why should he have suspected he had AIDS? Because his doctors kept telling him he should probably get tested for AIDS. Stop and let that sink in for a moment. Now, let me go on to tell  you that Alomar continually refused to get tested, telling his doctors, his girlfriend, and pretty much anyone else he met that he did not, in fact, have AIDS. 

I'm not a medical expert, by any means, but it seems to me that a bunch of doctors all insisting you get tested for a fatal disease isn't the sort of thing you just ignore. Just my opinion, of course, but still. There is one nice note in this tale: Ms. Dall is HIV-negative at this point, so that's good, at least.
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Of course, the story then takes an even weirder turn. Apparently, after developing erectile dysfunction, Alomar confided to Ms. Dall that he was raped by a pair of Mexican men at age seventeen in New Mexico. Sweet Jesus. 

Again I ask, what in the hell has happened to my game? I'm not the John Wayne type, by any means, but I have to say, all of this makes me pine for the days when Joe DiMaggio walked into a mental hospital, demanded to see his wife, and walked out with Marilyn Monroe. Period. No fuss, no muss, just Joe taking care of his business. (Of course, if you want to get technical, Joe and Marilyn's marriage ended in the first place at least partially because the Yankee Clipper allegedly smacked Marilyn around, so maybe things sucked then, too. Oh, well.) 

It just seems as if there isn't a single thing we can believe in anymore. If it isn't a lie, it's a truth you would rather was a lie. 

It's a question that's been asked before, but given the current landscape, I think maybe it's one worth asking again. 

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? 

The Adam Kennedy Era Comes to an End

The Cardinals just released Adam Kennedy

Huh. Didn't see that one coming. I mean at all. At all. 

All we've heard recently is how Kennedy is the guy at second base. And you know what? He should have been. Yes, he was flat-out awful in 2007. Last year, though, he rebounded with the bat, and his glove was outstanding. In fact, Kennedy was better than the biggest second base name on the free agent market, Orlando Hudson, in 2008. 

Now, does that mean that I like Adam Kennedy? No, not particularly. He didn't seem all that dedicated to his conditioning, and the man may have the single ugliest swing in the history of baseball. Also, his acting sucks. Nonetheless, I fail to see what this really accomplishes. 

Based on the info in Joe Strauss' column, it seems that Tony La Russa was the one guy pushing for Kennedy to get his walking papers. Interesting then, that once again TLR was unable to make peace with a player with whom he had a conflict. First Scott Rolen, then that nonsense with Jim Edmonds, and now Kennedy. 

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You stay classy, Adam. What a doucheb- ah, who am I kidding? I'm just jealous that internet columnists don't have groupies. 
This move will, however, make for a ridiculously interesting spring training. I wonder if Tony is just that damned desperate to somehow find a way to keep Skip Schumaker on this team when Colby Rasmus comes to town?

Technically, if Skip can play any kind of second base at all (and I've made my feelings on this clear in the past), then having no Kennedy around to take the lion's share of the at-bats would certainly do it. 

So now the Cardinals are on the hook for about $4 million for 2009, and no second baseman. Either Mozeliak is the most brilliant GM ever, or he just caved in to Tony to try and make the manager feel better about not getting the closer he wanted, or the impact bat he wanted, or the diamond-studded dog carrier he wanted. Personally, I'm really hoping it's the former, and I'm just not seeing the brilliance of the move. 

Anyhow, happy trails, Mr. Kennedy. The Adam Kennedy era in St. Louis certainly wasn't what I was hoping for when the Cardinals signed him, but then again, maybe I was just hoping for too much. See, I thought we were getting the Angels' Adam Kennedy, not the broken down, ground ball to second version. 

And as for the Cardinals? Well, all I can say is that I hope this all works out. Otherwise, paying four million bucks to an empty roster spot is going to look mighty stupid. 

How Larry Bigbie Became the Most Important Man in Baseball

Hey, you guys remember Larry Bigbie? No? Outfielder? Played a little for the Cards one year, actually? He got hurt quite a bit. No, never really made it big. Oh, yeah, plenty talented; just didn't quite seem to ever get the breaks to fall his way, you know? 

No, that's Kerry Robinson. Bigbie was a white guy. Bigger than Robinson, too. Actually, no, he didn't have as cool a walk-off as Kerry did in '03 off the Cubs. We traded Ray King for him! No? Still don't remember? Well, maybe a little memory refreshment is in order. 

When St. Louis was the Most Racist City in Major League Baseball

dodgers.jpgIn Saturday's New York Times, in honor of Martin Luther King Day and Barack Obama's inauguration, columnist George Vecsey and the great Brooklyn Dodgers pitcher Don Newcombe (pictured above, center) took a look back at the old days 60-some years ago when black players like Newcombe and Jackie Robinson (left) and Roy Campanella (right) first started playing in the major leagues.

It would be wrong to say they were reminiscing, because the word "reminisce" implies a fond remembrance of things past. "Really," Vecsey writes, "how does one explain the way things were 50 to 60 years ago?"

In those days, St. Louis was the only southern city with a major-league team. Say what you will about St. Louis' Midwesternness, its "middleness." The seats at Sportsman's Park, where the Cardinals and the Browns played, were segregated. Robinson told Roger Kahn in The Boys of Summer, his history of the Dodgers of the late 40s and early 50s, that he and his fellow black players were jeered at everywhere in the league, but nowhere worse than here.
 

Darius Miles: One Second Away From Costing Portland $18 Million

Darius Miles' bizarre labor dispute with the Portland Trailblazers is coming to a head.

Last night he scored 13 points in 13 garbage time minutes as his new team, the Memphis Grizzlies, lost to the powerful Cleveland Cavaliers.

As previously noted, if Miles steps on the court for one more second this season, Portland owes $18 million in luxury tax -- money they were probably hoping would go toward free agents in the off-season.

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At the Seattle Weekly, former RFT staffer Mike Seely (who profiled Miles and a young Tommie Liddell back in 2004) writes that the Blazers' claim -- that they shouldn't have pay for Miles because his knee injury was "career ending" -- has effectively been rendered bullshit and their litigious threats are "pissing in the wind."   

Darius Miles, The Portland Trailblazers, and NBA Comedy Gold

If you haven't been following the saga of Belleville native and former East St. Louis high school star Darius Miles and his crazy labor dispute with his former team the Portland Trailblazers, you might want to start now.

Last week the Blazers front office sent out a blustery e-mail threatening to sue any team that signed Miles.

Here's the full text of said e-mail:

"Team Presidents and General Managers, 

"The Portland Trail Blazers are aware that certain teams may be contemplating signing Darius Miles to a contract for the purpose of adversely impacting the Portland Trail Blazers Salary Cap and tax positions. Such conduct from a team would violate its fiduciary duty as an NBA joint venturer. In addition, persons or entities involved in such conduct may be individually liable to the Portland Trail Blazers for tortuously interfering with the Portland Trail Blazers' contract rights and perspective economic opportunities. 

"Please be aware that if a team engages in such conduct, the Portland Trail Blazers will take all necessary steps to safeguard its rights, including, without limitation, litigation."

Turns out if Miles suits up for just two games with another team the Blazers will be on the hook for $18 million for the NBA's luxury tax, money that is divided among the rest of the league's teams. That's enough to buy at least a few dozen models of Darius' sweet ride:
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On Saturday, Memphis signed Miles to a ten day contract.

Lou Brock's Plaque Missing from Loop Walk of Fame, Rickey Henderson Cleared as Suspect

If you've been to the Loop lately and looked down at the sidewalk, you might have seen Lou Brock's star on the Walk of Fame and thought to yourself, "Wow, base-stealing legend Lou Brock has had his informative plaque -- his base, even -- stolen from the Loop's Walk of Fame!"

But you'd be wrong. The plaque, bowing to the harsh winter conditions, came loose from the sidewalk, says Joe Edwards, owner of Blueberry Hill and founder and chair of the non-profit St. Louis Walk of Fame.

"I have [the plaque] up here in my office. it started to come out of the sidewalk. Winter conditions are always tough on things. Every so often a plaque or a star might come up and rather than have somebody trip on it or anything, We took it up for safe keeping."

The star is near Smoothie King in the Delmar Loop. The next three inductees into the Walk of Fame will be selected this spring.

An aside -- Rickey Henderson, the legendary base-stealer who broke Brock's record, is a shoe-in for Hall of Fame induction today.

Photo of the missing plaque after jump.


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J.C. Romero is Being Screwed

Hey, I'll bet you don't know who J.C. Romero is, do you? Well, that's okay, because he's not the sort of person you're likely to hear about on a daily basis. Hell, even if your job happens to consist of writing about sports, you would probably only qualify for "passing familiar" status with regards to Mr. Romero. 

jc.jpgJ.C. Romero is a member of the world champion Philadelphia Phillies. He's a member of their bullpen, in good standing, as a matter of fact. Not a real big guy, left-handed, throws pretty hard, nice breaking ball. Ring any bells? Still no? Yeah, I'm not surprised, honestly. 

There is, however, one reason that you should know the name of J.C. Romero, and it has nothing to do with his repertoire. J.C. Romero is the face, right this minute, of just how incompetent baseball's drug police really are. 
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