Monday, October 13, 2014

"Lazzari's Sports Roundup" - - - - 10/11/14

I recently had the opportunity to speak with former NFL wide receiver Eddie Kennison--whose current mission is to find a cure for lupus. An autoimmune disease, Eddie's wife Shimika was diagnosed with the malady back in 2003. Since then, Mr. Kennison has partnered with the ALR (Alliance for Lupus Research)--raising over $90 million in the battle to eradicate this disease. In my various media endeavors, I've come across many "top-shelf" individuals--and Eddie Kennison is surely one of them. Here's wishing Shimika the best of health as both of the Kennisons continue their tremendous humanitarian efforts. For more information on how individuals can join the fight vs. lupus, please visit TRIVIA QUESTION: The 2006 Detroit Lions--who finished a pathetic 3-13 under coach Rod Marinelli--had a pair of wide receivers on the squad who had more than 1,000 yards receiving apiece. Can you name this duo? Answer to follow..........ITEM: Chinese tennis player Li Na, the reigning Australian Open champion, has announced her retirement at the age of 32--citing various knee surgeries as factors in facilitating her decision. However, two reasons NOT to feel too sorry for Ms. Na: 1) She's earned close to $17 million playing tennis since 2007 and 2) She'll never get writer's cramp while signing her name during any future autograph sessions..........*Scenario: Former NC-Wilmington basketball player Sheila Boles marries Eagles QB Nick Foles, divorces, marries Foles' teammate in Philly, Darren Sproles--divorces again--then weds former MLB pitcher Dickie Noles. She is then known by the full married name of Sheila Boles Foles Sproles Noles..........Two words why success in sports radio has NOTHING to do with journalistic talent, courtesy, and integrity: MIKE FRANCESA..........I used to think that a spiraling football thrown by former NFL quarterback Warren Moon was the ultimate thing of beauty. That all changed the other day when I saw a picture of actress Lea Michele decked out in a revealing, teal-colored gown outside Hollywood's TCL Chinese Theatre. Umm--sorry, Warren; goodness gracious..........Sad news about Cigar--the great racehorse who died recently at the age of 24 from complications following surgery. The maternal grandson of the great Seattle Slew, Cigar was a "late bloomer"--dominating the horse racing world at the ages of 5 and 6. He was the 1995 and 1996 Horse of the Year and won 16 consecutive races at one point--equaling the mark of the legendary Citation. Famed jockey Jerry Bailey called Cigar "the most talented horse I ever saw", and credited the thoroughbred for being solely responsible for his love of horses. Cigar spent his final 15 years at Lexington's Kentucky Horse Park; I can picture him now running free with his grand-daddy--in an incredibly beautiful setting. Thanks for the memories, Cigar..........How 'bout the pitiful NY Jets last Sunday--who rushed for a GRAND TOTAL of 31 yards vs. Denver (led by QB Geno Smith with 11)? But just when I thought it couldn't get any worse for New York football fans, I tuned in to the Giants game later on ; "Big Blue's" performance that evening made the Jets' effort vs. the Broncos appear to be superhuman. How ugly was the Giants' debacle? Eli Manning was sacked SIX times (he had only been sacked seven times all season entering the game). Umm--the Giants also scored ZERO points, folks. Oh--and Manning's replacement--Ryan Nassib--was sacked an extra couple of times, as well. The topper? The Giants lose Victor Cruz for the remainder of the season with a torn patellar tendon suffered during the third quarter. Truthfully--I'm not a fan of either NY team, but if I WAS, I'd be asking just ONE question this week: Is it 2015 yet????????..........Answer to trivia question: ROY WILLIAMS (1,310) and MIKE FURREY (1,086)..........*O.K.--one more: LPGA golfer Esther Lee marries MLB pitcher Jon Lester, divorces, marries NFL player Devin Hester--divorces again--then walks down the aisle with Indiana high school soccer player Cameron Mester. She is then navigating golf courses with the catchy, rhyming name of Esther Lester Hester Mester..........Finally, condolences go out to the family of former NFL linebacker Scott Ross--who was recently found dead in a church parking lot in Louisiana; he was just 45. Known for his toughness and hard-nosed approach, Ross was an All-Pac 10 linebacker for USC from 1988-1990 and played briefly for the New Orleans Saints in 1991. Sadly, he later claimed that he suffered immense head trauma while in the NFL due to concussions--and was never treated by doctors at the time. Scott Ross is survived by a daughter, Caroline, his parents (Janie and Marshall), and a brother, Jason. May this former talented football player rest in peace.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

"Lazzari's Sports Roundup" - - - - 9/27/14

Goodbye, Mr. Jeter .....................

Dear Derek:

We've always been told that good things must come to an end; for some strange reason, I thought your baseball career was immune to that rule as your name has become so synonymous with the game for SUCH a long time. Baseball WITHOUT Derek Jeter? Can it be? No Jeter playing shortstop for NY? It's already feeling very weird, Derek. It seemed like yesterday when we all became privy to the talents of the baby-faced kid who grew up in Kalamazoo--and debated whether he'd become the Yankees' shortstop of the future. Yeah, I bet you'd agree, Derek: 20 years can really fly by.

I can't add much, Mr. Jeter, to what's already been penned in order to heighten my readers' appreciation of your greatness. And I know you'll always disdain the media-driven debates about such topics as "greatest Yankee of all-time", "greatest shortstop of all-time", etc. First of all, your modesty would immediately cause you to veer from those conversations; singling yourself out just wasn't in your make-up. And playing for a franchise that had guys like Gehrig, Ruth, and DiMaggio as former players makes any argument about "greatness" seem silly. But your numbers were astounding, DJ: most hits ever by a shortstop (3,465), EIGHT 200+ hit seasons, a 14-time All-Star, 200 postseason hits, a .310 career batting average, and five world championship rings. I know--it never WAS about numbers/stats for you, DJ; you were the ultimate "team guy." The awards were endless, too (Rookie of the Year, World Series MVP, Gold Gloves, Silver Sluggers, to name just a few), but you were ALWAYS concerned about one thing: WINNING. And you won A LOT, Derek--both on and off the field.

Yeah, yeah, yeah--I can talk about some other memorable moments, too: i.e. diving into stands, making remarkable heads-up plays, the "jump-throws" from shortstop, the game-winning hits. In fact, there are just too many to mention in this letter, Mr. Jeter; for now, I'll save some additional memories for a future day when I'm in dire need of a smile or two--and I thank you in advance for that.

I know the 2014 "love-fest" was tough for you, Derek--being honored in every ballpark in which you played. Yeah, you were appreciative, for sure--but it brought more attention than normal to you and was in direct conflict with your selfless demeanor. The same goes for the nicknames: "Mr. November", "The Captain", "Captain Clutch", etc. I know you were honored that people THOUGHT of you in such a positive manner when coining those nicknames, Derek, but ANYTHING hinting at a 'less-than-team-first' approach bugged you--a LOT. And that's something I'll never forget.

Level with me, Derek: Just HOW did you do it all? In the media capital of the world, you avoided scandal in a sports world FILLED with it--for TWO decades. You dated models, actresses, starlets of all-types--and never became distracted. You maintained privacy. You showed loyalty to ONE team, Derek--a la George Brett, Cal Ripken, Jr., and Tony Gwynn. O.K., granted--I know you made it EASY for the Yankees to pay you handsomely/maintain your services due to your enormous talent, Derek, but you NEVER hinted at leaving for the "what's best for me" explanation (i.e. GREED in modern sports jargon). You played hard, but not dirty. You questioned calls, but never argued. You won titles, but never bragged. You were a LEGIT role model to people of ALL ages. I know the term is overused, Mr. Jeter, but you were the EPITOME of class. I'll think of you from this day forward and a simple equation will always come to mind, Derek: JETER=CLASS. I know you give your parents ALL the credit for your clean, disciplined approach (as you should), but you STILL had to live it/DO IT, Derek--and you DID. Just WHY your approach/lifestyle didn't rub off on some fellow teammates--and many more athletes in general--is beyond me, Derek. Hey, perhaps a considerable amount of young kids learned a lot from you over the past 20 years, DJ. In fact, I KNOW they did.

The respect was universal, Mr. Jeter--as witnessed by the admiration shown to you by the "hated" Red Sox last weekend at Fenway; I guess there are still enough baseball fans out there who value/recognize class, leadership, and overall greatness--in ANY city. Yeah, you had an RBI single in your final big league at-bat and your team won that day, but the game was secondary. Perhaps Sox broadcaster Jerry Remy said it best when he remarked late in the game, "If you're gonna clone a baseball player from here on out, you CLONE Derek Jeter." And a game-winning hit just a few days before in your final at-bat at Yankee Stadium? Could it have ended ANY other way? Your manager Joe Girardi, when asked about you in 2013, remarked, "He's a MOVIE, is what he is." Yes, Joe--and one deserving of an Academy Award in ANY era.

Thanks, Derek, for being that ONE constant over the past 20 years--that ONE guy I could depend on to be "solid" daily--VERY solid. I valued your durability, your "lead by example" style, your quiet nature, and much more. I never had the pleasure of speaking with you personally, but it's surely on my 'bucket list'. Perhaps before you make the trip to Cooperstown, we can talk and I can expand on the "much more" part as mentioned above. And please, Derek--don't consider this piece of writing just another part of the 2014 "love fest" that I'm SURE grew very tiresome for you. Let's call it simply an "admiration moment"; I can assure you that few people have respected your outstanding efforts over the past 20 years more than this one aging, admiring scribe.

Oh--and back to your final game at Yankee Stadium last week, DJ. On a terribly rainy day, the weather suddenly took a turn for the better in the early evening--and a RAINBOW appeared above the stadium just 15 minutes before game time. That's, SPOOKY, Derek--in fact, plain SCARY. Wow--just WOW. And guess what? Due to your heroics, each Yankee fan was treated to a 'pot of gold' about three hours later.

Former Yankee SS Derek Jeter? Just doesn't sound right now, Derek; perhaps it will during the middle of next season. For now, let me just say THANK YOU for going about your business in unmatched fashion and showing the WORLD what the term "class" truly personifies. I know you'll continue to bring the same work ethic, classy approach, and immense integrity while overseeing your Turn 2 Foundation--where tons of youngsters will continue to benefit from your humanitarian efforts.

Thanks again, #2; you'll surely be missed, Mr. Jeter.