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Feeling good

“I always have a goal to do something. That way I keep running. It's an addiction to winning. But it's also an addiction to run – it is like a drug. If I'm not sweating I don't feel good.”

– Haile Gebrselassie

Here’s the week of June 18-24.

Monday – 20 miles in 2:13:42
I didn't get out until the heat of the day, though I think I'm fairly acclimated now. We'll see how I do when it gets really hot.

Nonetheless, I drank plenty and ended up doing most of the run on the roads after doing five miles in 33:15 on the field. It was shadier on the roads, which helped, though my Achilles and foot a bit achy now.

Still, it’s another 20-miler in the books. Those things add up.

Tuesday – 1st run: 13 miles in 1:27:06
2nd run: 3 miles in 20:07
Today was much hotter than yesterday... it was hazy, hot, humid and just nasty. Unfortunately I didn't get out until after noon, which made it that much easier. So needless to say this was a tough one. I stopped at eight miles to drink a liter of my gatorade mix, and then went out for more, but only got through five. I was hoping for six.

Anyway, the afternoon 13 miler went in 1:27:06, which is OK for the conditions.

Splits:
1st 5: 33:49
1st 8: 53:44
last 5: 33:21

I added an easy three miles at 7 p.m. in 20:07. I would have gone for five, but a nasty lightning storm was ready to strike. Hopefully the rain makes it cooler for tomorrow.

Wednesday – 15 miles in 1:41:15
I definitely have the strength. In fact, the distance part really feels easy now. Regardless, I was pretty slow as the run wore on. It definitely has something to do with the volume, maybe even the distance over the past two days.

Either way, I'm pleased with the strength. I'm just about ready to add the quality part.

splits:
1st 5 miles: 33:34

Thursday – 15 miles in 1:41:47
There was nothing fancy about this one... I just went out and ran. I felt strong and even tried to put on the pace a little toward the end while thinking about how fun it is to run.

Friday – 16 miles in 1:44:32
I'm not sure this is what I had in mind for a Knockdown workout, but I'll take it. I started out slow and a little tight, but ended up taking the pace up with each loop. In fact, I started out at 6:50 pace and finished at 5:40.

The entire time I was under control, not in pain and very comfortable. In fact, the 5:40s were just as easy as the 6:50s.

splits:
1st 5: 34:05
2nd 5: 32:58
3rd 5: 29:33

A large section of the run was into a strong, 21 mph headwind (according to weatherunderground.com), which, by my estimates, cost me 45-to-60 seconds over the last five miles.

Either way, this was a fun one.

Saturday – 14 miles in 1:33:59
I didn't want to stop today. If it hadn't been for work, etc., I would have kept going as long as possible.

I eased into this one, content to keep a low-key pace after yesterday's outing. But after 10 or 11 miles I took the pace down to 6-to-6:15 pace. It felt very easy.

Splits:
1st 5 - 33:54
2nd 5 - 33:51
last 3.2 - 20:35

Sunday – 8 miles in 54:37
Ran really easy and casual. I picked up the pace a tiny bit, but not for very long. The only bad part was a car nearly hit me (a silver Escalade) even though I was in the crosswalk and the sign read "walk"). If it were up to me, the only people who could get a drivers' license would be runners and cyclists. That way the roads wouldn't be filled with idiots.

This was the best week of three good weeks in a row. I nailed 104 miles this week with exactly 15 weeks to go to Oct. 7.

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Positively False review

As promised, here is the first of two reviews of Floyd Landis', Positively False: The Real Story of How I Won the Tour de France. This review was written by my wife, Ellen Finger, who hijacked the book when it arrived fresh from the publicity staff at Simon & Schuster. Another review, by me, will follow though it's clear that I have my work cut out for me trying to keep up with my wife. Additionally, I'm still awaiting word from the Landis camp on his availability for an interview when he comes to Lancaster next week. Hopefully things can be worked out so that more dispatches about this interesting case can be written.

Anyway, here is the first of a series of who-knows-how-many stories from the Finger Family on Landis Avenue in Lancaster, Pa.

Review: Positively False by Ellen Finger

Positively FalseAbout 10 years ago my future husband took me to downtown Lancaster to watch a professional bike race. I had never enjoyed riding my bicycle as a child. In fact, the first time my dad insisted I try to ride my pink, banana-seat bike without the training wheels I rode right into the back of a parked pick-up truck. Thus started my distaste for cycling. So when John insisted we watch the pros ride through our little city, I reluctantly agreed.

Watching the race from near the top of the Brunswick building on the corner of Queen and Chestnut streets, I got a taste of what attracts athletes to pro cycling – fearlessness, speed, risk, and a fierce competitive spirit. Although I don’t participate in activities unless I’ve made sure to control variables that pose risk, and have never enjoyed or succeeded at endeavors involving speed, I can relate to the competitive nature that bike jockeys need to possess to win. I like to win – or more accurately, I hate losing.

Which might explain why I was drawn to the copy of Floyd Landis’ book Positively False: The Real Story of How I Won the Tour de France that my husband received in the mail from the publisher a few days before its release date. All I knew about the man from Lancaster County (my home, too) was that he won the Tour de France last year after an amazing comeback, and then was accused of doping during the Tour. From the pictures of the back and front covers I could see that this man with the intense eyes and triumphant scowl hated losing, too.

Three days ago I sat down to thumb through the 306-page memoir and look at the pictures of Floyd’s childhood. Though I grew up only about ten miles from the Landis family, my suburban sprawl neighborhood close to the Park City mall was really a world away from Floyd’s conservative Mennonite home in Farmersville. Heck, I had never even heard of Farmersville until the summer of 2006.

What started out as a casual glance at his book became an almost obsessive need to read and learn more about the man and his mission. Between diaper changes, yardwork, grocery shopping, and other responsibilities of a wife and mother, I did nothing but read Floyd’s book. Obviously it’s not because of an interest in cycling, but I do enjoy sports and nonfiction books. I initially was curious to find connections between my life and upbringing in Lancaster and Floyd’s. Eventually, though, I realized I was reading to find the truth. I, like many people, assumed that someone whose urine test reveals a level of testosterone that is significantly elevated is definitely a cheater. I follow rules, always have. Cheaters and liars, especially ones who get paid a lot of money for playing sports, make me sick. But something about this man, this brash, outspoken man who still looks like most of the Mennonite and Amish boys I see occasionally when I drive through eastern Lancaster County, made me want to look beyond the seemingly logical conclusion (his miraculous performance in Stage 17 of the Tour had to have been due to performance-enhancing drugs, right?) to see if there was more to the story.

Before I could really delve into the myriad of scientific detail, political absurdity, and tales of athletic glory, I had to admit something to myself. One thing that has always bothered me about men who spend their lives playing games is that it ultimately seems like an incredibly selfish pursuit. The older I get the more I feel like my life is not my own. I am constantly thinking about working a full-time job for someone, taking care of someone, cleaning up after someone, or saving money to buy food, clothes, or diapers for someone else. Floyd even admits in his book that he “put training first, even before (his) family. When you want to win, you eat, drink, sleep and breathe cycling.” Well, I want to win when I play, too, but who has time for games? I know, I know, professional cycling isn’t just a sport, it’s a job. And it’s a well-paying one for athletes like Landis, at least after many years of toiling as an amateur and then an underpaid professional domestique (servant to a cycling champion like Lance Armstrong). But, I just can’t understand the need of some men to spend months away from loved ones and pass their time alternating between grueling training and zombie-like resting. Maybe I’m jealous of their apparent luxuries, maybe I will never realize my full potential as in individual, or maybe I’m just a grown-up.

As I read I realized that I believe Floyd Landis. Not only has the man spent almost all of his money trying to mount a defense against doping charges and has made his fight very public, as opposed to those swollen (by that I’m referring to their synthetically-enhanced muscles AND egos) arrogant baseball players testifying before Congress with apparent memory problems, but also he has brought to light the extremely screwed-up anti-doping agencies that exist here in the U.S. and around the world. I’m not sure how much of our taxpayers’ money and legislators’ time should be spent revamping an obviously corrupt system, but something needs to be done. If our government funds the USADA (America’s relatively young sports anti-doping agency) it does so without really having any idea how the organization operates.

And if they do, Congress is guilty, too. But I suspect that the same kinds of minds that wrote and sold the brilliantly-titled law No Child Left Behind (which might be leading to better performance on hardly standardized tests while dampening a desire for real learning and teaching in our increasingly stressed out schools) also championed the anti-drug movement that supposedly is trying to clean up sports. The problem is that most senators and representatives never have time to really read about or follow up on the intricacies of the legislation they pass. They hear convincing sound bites (who wouldn’t want to rid professional sports of cheaters and druggies and who WOULD want to leave a child behind?) and hope for the best. But Landis reveals in great detail how duped – not doped – we all are about the injustices these government-sponsored agencies have quietly inflicted on athletes, particularly in cycling. I was shocked and appalled to learn that the people who test the urine of pro athletes, the people who bring doping charges against athletes, the people who prosecute accused athletes, and the people who judge the fates of these same athletes – they all work for the same agencies. How un-American is that? Even my fourth graders know that there must be a system of checks and balances to ensure that justice prevails.

So there it is. I really don’t care about cycling. The ridiculous dichotomy of rigorous training coupled with slovenly relaxation, as well as the complicated team dynamics of cycling, and the unwritten rules of the peloton that result in good athletes having to sacrifice their own efforts to protect the diva-like team leader are foreign concepts to me.

But I desire for truth and for justice. Good people should win. Hard work should be rewarded. Incompetence (as so obviously displayed by French drug labs) and corruption (the USADA and WADA come to mind) and selfishness (UCI is guilty here) should have no place in our society, but they do. Floyd Landis won the Tour de France. I hope he can race again. But mostly I hope finds some satisfaction knowing that his most important and biggest uphill climb will be to bring awareness and hopefully, change, to one kind of injustice plaguing America today. Despite what his parents thought, and may still think, about the perils of a life spent outside of their pious community, I hope they know that their boy still knows right from wrong.

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End of The Lieber Era?

When Jon Lieber walked off the mound in Cleveland last week with what was called with italics and smart-alecky finger quote marks as a “strained” ankle, no one thought it was too serious. Some even suggested that the ”strain” occurred when it appeared that Lieber wouldn’t escape the inning without his ERA inching closer to 5.

He is in a free-agent year, after all.

But when the news hit that an MRI revealed that Lieber had ruptured his peroneus longus tendon. This is the tendon that helps one go up on their toes and also pulls the outside of the foot upwards. The peroneals help to stabilize the foot on uneven, rough surfaces. According to medical journals, the rupturing the tendon isn’t too common, though it is often overlooked when treating an ankle sprain.

According to a podiatrical site,symptoms include pain behind the lateral ankle bone (fibula). Pain also increases with the duration of time on your feet and there is often swelling behind the fibula.

The problem for Lieber and the Phillies is that peroneal tendon tears do not tend to heal with conservative care and will require surgical repair. That pretty much means that Lieber’s time as a Phillie is probably over.

All told, Lieber went 29-30 with a 4.55 ERA. Seventeen of those 29 wins came during the 2005 season, where it was fair to say that Lieber was good. But then his fitness became an issue (an undoubtedly contributed to his injuries over the past two seasons) along with his attitude that headed south when the Phillies talked about trading him, when they didn’t trade him, when they moved him out of the starting rotation and then back to the rotation.

Either way, Lieber’s injury has put the Phillies in a lurch. With Freddy Garcia out indefinitely, Brett Myers heading back to the bullpen when he returns from the disabled list and unseasoned rookie Kyle Kendrick holding down one of the spots in the rotation with Cole Hamels, Adam Eaton and Jamie Moyer, the Phillies need an arm… now.

For the short term, assistant general manager Ruben Amaro Jr. said the team will fill a rotation spot from within the organization, but a trade is possible.

“You can't predict when someone is going to blow out a foot, a tendon,” Amaro told the Associated Press. “It is possible someone else will become available in the near future.

“Then again, I know how hard it is to make trades in this day and age.”

In the interim, Lieber will get a second opinion in Philadelphia on Monday. It’s hard to expect the news to be positive.

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Writer Jeff Pearlman wrote a story about all of the former Major Leaguers playing for the Long Island Ducks of the independent Atlantic League for ESPN.com that is worth the read. Having had the chance to see the Ducks play in Lancaster earlier this season, it was fascinating to learn why so many former All-Stars are still toiling away far from bright lights of organized ball.

Pearlman is also the author of a book about Barry Bonds. It has to be hard to sell a book about someone as obscure and ignored by the mass media as Barry Bonds.

At least the ESPN.com story is good.

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Speaking of Barry Bonds, according to a story in the L.A. Times, Marion Jones is broke. Flat broke.

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The Onion

Report: Another Baseball Team Almost Does Something As Interesting As Yankees, Red Sox

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On the road to 10,000

Dan McQuade, of Philadelphia Will Do, asked a handful of writers to celebrate the Phillies 10,000th loss with a 50-to-75word essay for a piece he’s putting together for Philadelphia Weekly. Because I like Dan and tell him that he was the best intern we ever had at CSN.com (I like to pump up his ego… he needs that), I agreed.

But because I like to follow directions in my own way, Dan’s call for 50-to-75 words quickly became 758. That’s a few too many. As a result, I gave Dan permission to rip apart what I sent him in any manner he sees fit and my version of one of my memories of the Phillies’ march to 10,000 losses is printed below:

The very first baseball game I ever saw was at Veterans Stadium between the Phillies and the Mets during the Bicentennial summer of 1976. All I remember was how big and green the place was and how tiny the ballplayers were from our seats somewhere in the upper reaches of the stadium (not ballpark).

I like to think Steve Carlton faced Tom Seaver that day, but I can’t be sure. One thing is for certain though, and that is Larry Bowa played in the game. Growing up in Lancaster, Pa. and Washington, D.C., Bowa quickly became my favorite player. He was a smooth fielder at shortstop with a strong arm and fought for everything he got with the bat. Bowa skills as a hitter were so poor that it was fair to say that every hit he got during his 16 seasons in the Major Leagues was earned. It was a fight and to a kid interested in the uncool, that was kind of cool.

Since Bowa was my favorite player, I naturally assumed that he was articulate, sensitive, intelligent, witty and noble. Isn’t that the way all heroes and adults were supposed to be? Because I lived so far away from Philadelphia and there was no proliferation of sports media like there is now, I knew next to nothing about Larry Bowa aside from the profile of likes and dislikes in the team-issued yearbook. According to the 1980 Phillies Yearbook, Bowa liked The Supremes.

Who would have guessed?

I knew nothing about how his teammates thought he was obnoxious, the opposition hated him or that once in the late 1970s he supposedly lured a writer from the Camden Courier Post into the darkened clubhouse by getting another player to tell him he had a phone call so that he could assault the scribe.

I was a kid who played shortstop for my little league team and loved baseball – what better reason to like Larry Bowa?

So when Bowa was hired to replace Terry Francona before the 2001 season, I was excited. The 2001 season was also my first full year writing about the Phillies for Comcast SportsNet and what could be better than doing that than with my favorite player running the club?

There are certain poignant moments in a man’s life when he can remember still feel the way the sun shined on his skin on a particular day, the way the air smelled at a precise moment, and how time stood still for the smallest fraction. For me those times were when my son was born, my wedding, the first time I saw a Picasso painting up close and the first time I heard Minor Threat.

Then there was the first time I met Larry Bowa. After a couple of days of following the team around in Philadelphia at the beginning of the 2001 season, I finally had a chance to go into his office in the clubhouse at the Vet and introduce myself. I would be one of the guys writing about the club, I told him, and it was going to fun and interesting getting a chance to hear his wisdom and insight on baseball.

Needless to say, he wasn’t too impressed.

He was even less impressed a couple of days later when I asked him a harmless question about pitcher Randy Wolf in a post-game press conference. Knowing that Wolf was working on a strict pitch-count because of an arm injury that limited his work during the spring, I wondered if the pitcher still had enough left to go an inning or two longer than Bowa had allowed.

In retrospect it seemed as if I didn’t phrase the question so succinctly, because Bowa answered my question with a few of his own:

“Are you following what’s going on here? Do you know anything about baseball? Are you bleeping stupid? He was on a pitch-count. That’s why I took him out.”

Oddly, as Bowa was shouting at me as if he was R. Lee Ermey in Full Metal Jacket, I felt myself leave my body and watch it all from above the fray. At the same time I wondered if I was supposed to answer those questions. After all, he did ask…

What does one say? Kind of; a little; and it depends on who you bleeping ask.

By the end of the 2001 season I took solace in the knowledge that Bowa would one day be fired. I knew then that firing Bowa was the only hope the Phillies had.

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Good call

The Phillies announced that John Vukovich would be the lone inductee into the team’s Wall of Fame this year. Upon the briefest of retrospect, this is the absolute perfect thing to do. Over the past two decades Vukovich had the most indelible influence on the franchise, and this is a good thing.

Initially, I wrote how Gene Mauch, Jim Konstanty and Darren Daulton were my choices for the Wall of Fame, but voting in Vuke and just Vuke was the right way to go.

The Phillies said Vukovich's wife Bonnie, daughter Nicole and son Vince will accept Vuke’s induction.

“I started crying when David [Montgomery] called me,” Bonnie said in a statement issued by the team. “I called John’s brothers right away and they started crying. I’m so thrilled for John that he’ll be on that wall forever. When the granddaughters are grown, I can take them there and show them their grandfather. That will be so special.”

At the very least, Vuke deserves the stage all to himself. It’s just too bad he couldn’t be here to grumble about it.

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Speaking of grumbling, Jason Giambi has reached an agreement to talk to the former Senator George Mitchell for his investigation of baseball’s doping problem. According to reports, Giambi was ordered by Commissioner Bud Selig to talk to Mitchell or face suspension, which seems kind of odd.

It’s odd because Giambi was being threatened by the commissioner for apologizing to the fans for the so-called “Steroid Era” of baseball. Apparently, being the commissioner of baseball or one of its owners, players or managers means you never have to apologize.

In that regard Giambi should have known better.

Nevertheless, there are people far smarter than me writing more in-depth and correct-thinking analyses of the Giambi issue, so we’ll just leave it at this:

If Giambi is truly sorry and baseball is really serious about wiping doping out of the sport, then they should hope that Giambi sings. They should hope he sings like a hyperactive canary or mafia stool pigeon with immunity and nothing to lose.

He should sing like Luciano Pavarotti.

Why? Simple… like cycling, baseball needs to destroy itself in order to safe itself. Actually, that’s only if MLB is truly serious about doping and, sadly, I suspect they are not.

Why should they be? The game has never been healthier financially. More people go to the park than ever and there are several games on TV every night. Exposure, revenues and interest is at an all-time high so why would the commissioner do anything stupid like make sure the players aren’t doping?

In a column written for ESPN the Magazine, former professional cyclist Jonathan Vaughters -- a former domestique for Lance Armstrong on the USPS teams and now director of the Slipstream/Chipotle cycling team -- writes admissions are a good thing. Citing Bjarne Riis’ revelation that he took EPO during his Tour de France victory in 1996, Vaughters wrote that he thought it would be the confession that not only cleaned up cycling, but also all sports. He then noted that professional cycling conducts 12,000 drug tests a year and even suspected dopers are suspended. In fact two of the most talented riders – Jan Ullrich and Ivan Basso (the equivalent to Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez in terms of notability in cycling) – were banned despite neither testing positive. Actually, Basso admitted to “attempted doping and that while he had not actually undergone doping, he was “fully aware that an attempt at doping is tantamount to doping” and that “[he would] serve [his] suspension…”

Vaughters wrote:

If baseball followed our rules, Bonds’ chase for No. 756 would have been over long ago. On the other hand, if cycling tested athletes the way the NFL and MLB do, no rider would ever turn up positive. Sure, cycling has had its own yellow wall of silence: Any rider who spoke out about drug use was forced from the peloton. But the wall is crumbling, and the sport will be better for it.

Vaughters is absolutely correct.

Warm up those pipes, Jason. Sing away.

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Speaking of singing, the copy of Positively False: The Real Story of How I Won the Tour de France, that arrived last night direct from the good folks at Simon & Schuster, was hijacked by my wife this morning. As a girl from Manheim Township, my wife appears riveted by a fellow Lancaster Countian’s story and is already more than three-quarters through the book.

I’m going to venture that it will be the first time that she has ever finished reading a book before its actual release date.

Nevertheless, look for my review by Monday or Tuesday. Maybe I can coax one out of her, too.

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The Phillies move on to St. Louis after three days in Cleveland. Better yet, the three pitchers they are expected to face this weekend have a combined record of 7-25…

As far as the city of St. Louis goes, I can’t say I’ve ever really been there except for the airport. However, in talking to a bunch of the scribes, St. Louis and Cincinnati are the least favorite stops on the circuit, though the saving grace for the Gateway City seems to be the riverboat casinos.

My least favorite stop on the circuit? Philadelphia…

Come on – I kid, I kid.

Actually, I don’t have a least favorite stop. Even Shea and RFK have a certain charm.

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Try to mix in a few strikes...

OK. Admit it. At the start of the season how many of the Phillies fans out there thought that on June 20 that Freddy Garcia and Kyle Kendrick would have the exact same amount of wins?

Actually, let’s rephrase that to something else…

At the start of the season how many Phillies fans knew who Kyle Kendrick was? I’m going to go out on a limb here and say, “Not many.”

Believe it or not, Kendrick might have some advantages over Garcia when taking the mound against big leaguers despite only pitching in 12 games above Single-A. First of all, Kendrick, just 22, is a mystery to the opposition. Like Phillies fans, the Tigers and Indians probably never even heard of the slender right-hander until he took the mound. That definitely gives the pitcher an advantage.

Secondly, Kendrick isn’t attempting to pitch with an injury unlike Garcia was. That makes a bit of difference, too.

Thirdly, and most importantly, Kendrick throws strikes. In his two outings Kendrick has had a 0-1 count on 22 on of the 50 hitters he has faced. As a result, opponents have hit just .239 against the young righty, compared to .318 off Garcia.

How about this one:

Garcia pitched at least six innings in four of his 11 starts. Kendrick is two-for-two.

See what happens when a healthy pitcher no one has heard of throws strikes?

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Perhaps even more important than all of it – the health, the strikes and unfamiliarity – is that Kendrick has some fielders making the plays behind him. According to CSN resident honcho, Rob Kuestner, the Phillies were flashing the leather behind the kid. Nope, that’s not a cliché, either, because Rob introduced that bit of vernacular to our popular lexicon.

To that I say half of good pitching is good defense. Don’t believe me? How about a story proving this to be the case from the paper of record? According to a story in The New York Times by Dan Rosenheck, the statistical posse has showed that good pitchers are just as likely to be lucky as good.

How about this line from last night:

9 IP, 4 H, 0 R, 0 BB, 1 SO, 92 pitches – 57 strikes.

That’s what Johan Santana did to the Mets in a 9-0 victory last night. Is that lucky or good?

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According to reports, 1994 called and wanted its facial hair trend back from Geoff Geary.

Come on… I kid. I kid.

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Here’s the nicest thing anyone could say about an athlete/celebrity: “He gets it.”

Jim Furyk is one of those guys who gets it.

As one of the top golfers in the world, Furyk could very easily wall himself away from everyone and everything. He could hire an army of publicists and managers whose main job was to tell other people “no” and then be sycophants.

Certainly there are less talented and less accomplished folks than Furyk who have done just that. But the thing about Furyk is that he remembers where he came from. He knows that if it all ends tomorrow and he can’t play golf ever again, the folks who helped him on his way up will be the ones there for him on the road back down.

The guys who get it know that.

So despite the Ryder Cups and the top 10 finishes at all of the major tournaments, Furyk takes time out for the local press. He returns to the area for clinics and exhibitions and sometimes he even brings some of his famous friends. At the same time he hasn’t forgotten his friends from school, either, even though he doesn’t have to do any of it.

He does because he gets it.

It seems as if Floyd Landis, the star-crossed winner of the 2006 Tour de France gets that, too. Like Furyk, Landis appears to have a little army of friends from the old days ready to protect him. Certainly Floyd and Furyk have different issues right now, but taking care of your roots doesn’t seem to be a problem for either of them.

No, the last few paragraphs have nothing to do with anything, but sometimes I just feel like giving credit where it’s due.

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Speaking of Floyd, the good folks at Simon & Schuster sent me a copy of his book and I should be diving in by the weekend. As promised, I will give the tome a full review.

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If you’re like me, a good vacation would be one where you load the car up with some nice, expensive gasoline, load everyone in, tune up the iPod to the stereo and hit the road. Because of that, the Frugal Travel series in The Times has been quite riveting.

Check it out.

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Another year goes by

Today is the 21st anniversary of the death of Len Bias. Last year I wrote a longer post about it which was to be published elsewhere, but Brett Myers went out and got arrested in Boston in a case that we remember all too well.

Anyway, I still maintain that Len Bias was the best college basketball player I had ever seen. Better than Michael Jordan, Ralph Sampson, David Robinson, James Worthy, Patrick Ewing, Pearl Washington, Chris Mullin or any of those guys for UNLV.

Anyone who says Bias wasn’t a bigger, stronger, meaner and more polished Michael Jordan, just doesn’t know any better.

Said The Washington Post’s Michael Wilbon: “I saw great players from both the ACC and Big East every night. Jordan. Ewing. Mullin. Sampson. Later on, David Robinson. But Bias was the most awesome collegiate player of that bunch. That jumper was so pure. I mean, Michael Jordan, at that time, would have killed for that jumper. And Bias was 2 ½ inches taller.”

Charles Barkley: “I'd have played against him for the next 14 years. I would have been in my prime and he would have been in his. I'll never forget what he looked like. He was a ‘Wow!’ player. When Maryland played and was on television, I watched. It was like, ‘I need to watch this guy; I'll be seeing him real soon.’ . . . It was just shocking. Thing is, cocaine was huge then. My brother had been in and out of rehab. . . . It was a popular drug at the time. And guys I was playing against, like John Lucas and Michael Ray Richardson and John Drew had done cocaine. I was thinking: ‘What the hell is up with this cocaine? I should try this once to see what it was all about.’ Then, we heard the reports were that Bias only used it once . . . that it was his first time. When I heard that, it scared me to death . . . scared the daylights out of me. It scared me into not trying it even once, not going anywhere near it.”

Twenty one years and it still seems like it was just yesterday.

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Inevitably, when the Detroit Tigers and manager Jim Leyland arrived in Philadelphia for last weekend’s series, the comparisons between the two skippers would crop up. I suppose the Tigers appearance in last October’s World Series didn’t quell the argument regarding Charlie Manuel and Leyland in some circles because people talked about it.

Leyland, of course, wasn’t too interested in talking about losing out on the Phillies’ gig to Charlie, telling reporters curtly, “Don’t go there,” when the subject was broached last Friday.

Former Phillie Placido Polanco wasn’t too jazzed about comparing Charlie and Leyland either, saying, “What are you trying to say? That Charlie's no good? When you lose, it's the manager's fault, but when you win, the players play good. You have to give the manager credit, but the players have to make the plays.”

Polanco is definitely right about that, but that’s the way it goes in baseball. The manager is always looked at by the fans as some sort of Svengali, when in reality the best managers are smart enough to know to stay out of the way.

Besides, skippering a team like the Detroit Tigers doesn’t exactly take a whole lot of innovation. All Leyland has to do is fill out the lineup card with Polanco, Gary Sheffield, Magglio Ordonez and the rest of that murderers’ row or tell one of his lights’ out young pitcher to throw a no-hitter or shutout. In that regard the strategy showdown between Charlie and Leyland never really manifested.

How hard is it to manage a bunch of home runs?

Regardless, Manuel may have out-smarted himself when he decided to yank starting pitcher Adam Eaton in the seventh inning of Sunday’s game with Gary Sheffield coming to the plate. To that point in the game Eaton had a two-run lead and had just allowed a pair of the six hits he yielded. But instead of letting his starting pitcher with just 91 pitches on the odometer try to wiggle out of his mess, Manuel turned to his bullpen three different times to get the final two outs of the innings.

When it was all finished, the two-run lead had become a three-run deficit and the sit-back-and-let-it-unfold-style of managing that had marked the series blew up like one of those rubber cigars from the cartoons.

Worse, the second-guessing started.

That statistics and sabermetric folks have crunched a lot of numbers to make them prove a lot of different things about the game, but it might be worth it to see what the stats show in regard to meddlesome managers. Certainly Manuel has been criticized for being too loyal and leaving players in spots when they have long surpassed their effectiveness. Pat Burrell springs to mind in that regard.

However, after spending most of the first part of the season doing all he could to avoid his bullpen, Manuel wasn’t shy about using four pitchers to get out of the seventh on Sunday.

Go figure.

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From White Sox skipper Ozzie Guillen on Polanco:

“He's the heart of that club. I don't know why the hell the Phillies let him go.

“To me, the key to that team is Polanco. He's clutch. He's one of the most underrated players in the game. People don't know how good he is.”

Ask Ed Wade about David Bell if you’re looking for the answer on that one.

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If you’re watching the Indians and Phillies play this week it looks as if Cleveland is treating some familiar faces quite well. David Dellucci, Jason Michaels, Aaron Fultz, Roberto Hernandez and Paul Byrd have all landed with the Indians and have made big contributions to the leaders of the AL Central.

Meanwhile, Joe Borowski is pleased that he ended up with the Indians instead of the Phillies.

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If you're in Cleveland and looking for a good place to unwind after the Phillies game and don't mind taking a little drive and/or want to avoid the tourist traps and post-frat boy joints on The Flats, try The Barking Spider out near Case Western Reserve University.

I spent a week there one night about a decade ago.

Anyway, it's approximately five miles from the ballpark...

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Quick observation about the U.S. Open:

How about the dichotomy in the trio of leaders down the stretch? Jim Furyk looked lean and mean and looked just like he did when he was playing hoops for Manheim Township. Tiger Woods looked like a guy who spent all of his free time in the gym and was not to shy about showing off his newly sculpted physique.

And then there was champion Angel Cabrera who chain-smoked his way through the back nine and stopped at the turn for a couple of hotdogs and a beer.

Here’s my prediction – Furyk and Tiger will be amongst the top 10 golfers in the world for the next decade while Cabrera is never heard from again.

Either that or he joins the John Daly wing of the PGA Tour.

Tomorrow: Airports, summer travelling, Bobby Abreu, Jim Furyk and Floyd Landis.

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Keeping pace

It seems as if the cornerstone to training for the top Americans runners like Ryan Hall or Brian Sell is the good, ol’ tempo run. In fact, when Hall dashed to the American record in the half marathon and then a 2:08 debut marathon in London last April, it seemed as if doing tempos in his long runs where extremely important.

The idea, of course, is not to do the long runs so hard that one gets trashed and can’t do any more workouts for the rest of the week, but emulating race pace and conditions on a long run – perhaps even up to 25 miles for a marathoner – is a really good idea.

And why not? If one wants to run faster the best way to do that is train fast. Pretty ingenious, huh?

Here’s the week of June 11-17.

Monday – 20 miles in 2:13:02
Felt really strong and could have held the pace all day if I had to. A couple of things though:

  • I didn't drink at all during the run and that probably made things more difficult.
  • My stomach was achy during the early part of the run but it settled in as I did.
  • I had some chafing/rash stuff that is as bad as I have ever had. Man, why am I so stupid? How hard is it to put on vaseline?

    Splits:
    33:17
    33:32
    33:15
    32:58

    Either way, it was my first 20-miler since that one I struggled through in December. I hope to do 16 more of these in a row.

  • Tuesday – 14.3 miles in 1:35:35
    Got a late start for one reason or another, but once I got going I felt really strong again. It was pretty hot and humid, too, so the fact that I ran like I did was a pretty good thing.

    1st 5: 33:07
    1st 10k: 41:12
    last 8.2: 54:22

    Wednesday – 13 miles in 1:27:23
    Felt strong again, except for when I took a header near the gym at Country Day. I looked like Pete Rose in the '75 World Series. Fortunately, I just got a few brush burns and got back up and kept running. As for the running, I did OK for the most part. I went back into the Brick Yards just to get some hills into the mix, but it seems as if the trails are getting a bit overgrown.

    Nonetheless, I feel as though I can go out and run a 2:40 marathon right now. I'm ready.

    Thursday – 15 miles in 1:39:55
    This was one where I had to force myself out the door while I thought about how I could get away with going short, but once I got going I didn't want to stop. Everything about this one was easy... the weather was great (65 and overcast) and I felt as strong as I could be.

    I did feel a little stiff from yesterday's fall, though. Regardless, it was a great run.

    splits:
    1st 5: 33:11
    2nd 5: 33:25
    3rd 5: 33:19

    Friday – 15 miles in 1:41:30
    This one was a lot like yesterday except that it took me slightly longer to get into it and I didn't really attempt to pick up the pace. Instead, I hit the roads and ran some hills, which I ran surprisingly OK. My pace didn't really change on the ups or descents and I came to the realization that all of the hill work I did in the past was the key to keeping me strong a relatively fast.

    I don't care what anyone says: hills are speed work.

    Saturday – 15 miles in 1:36:13
    Procrastinated and delayed the run until the afternoon, but when I got out there running I couldn't slow myself down. In fact, after the first three miles I was cursing myself for going out too fast because I knew I wasn't going to have any turnover at the end.

    Nonetheless, I ran pretty solid until about 13 miles when I slowed a little, but not much.

    splits:
    1st 5: 31:47
    2nd 5: 31:33
    3rd 5: 32:52

    Sunday – 8 miles in 58:17
    I locked in to the easiest pace I could find and just stayed there. The plan was to do exactly what I did. Easy, easy, easy.

    The rest of the day will be spent sitting and relaxing. After all, the easy days are just as important as the hard ones... right?

    There’s two straight 100-mile weeks. What made this one a little bit tougher was there were no doubles. Fortunately I will have more time this upcoming week to spread the miles out a little more.

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    Early and often

    When I was a kid and went to ballgames, I used to grab piles of the All-Star ballots and punch out those cards. Sometimes I sent them in, other times they just ended up in the bottom of a drawer somewhere.

    Either way, I voted. Early and often. And no, I was never one of those kids who voted just for my favorite players. Back then I was a numbers guy and used that as the criteria in which a player merited an All-Star selection.

    Yeah, I know, so silly.

    Anyway, I still see those All-Star punch cards on display at the ballpark and always resist the urge to pick up stackfuls. These days those ballots are such an anachronism – an old-time relic of the 1980s when something as pedantic as cable TV was seen as innovative. These days, the core of All-Star voting takes place on the Internets where the ballot box can be stuffed by overzealous fans and interns working in the teams’ office.

    But not here. No way. The All-Star Game determines which league gets home-field advantage in the World Series. You know, since Bud Selig and the league office have figured out baseball’s performance-enhancing drug problem they can focus on which the hardcore issues like which team gets to host Game 1 of the World Series. He has to do it because the idea of rewarding the team with the best record in the regular season is just so far out there.

    OK. While rambling through the Internets last night I figured it was time to vote for which players I thought deserved an All-Star nod. Here they are:

    American League
    c – Victor Martinez, Cle
    1b – David Ortiz, Bos
    2b – Placido Polanco, Det
    ss – Derek Jeter, NYY
    3b – Alex Rodriguez, NYY
    of – Ichiro Suzuki, Sea
    of – Vladimir Guerrero, LAA
    of – Magglio Ordonez, Det

    National League
    c – Russell Martin, LAD
    1b – Prince Fielder, Mil
    2b – Chase Utley, Phi
    ss – Edgar Renteria, Atl
    3b – Miguel Cabrera, Fla
    of – Ken Griffey, Cin
    of – Carlos Lee, Hou
    of – Matt Holliday, Col

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    Speaking of Selig and showing the fans who is boss, MLB is still battling over who owns such public information like statistics produced from acts performed on a wide swath of grass in front of 50,000 spectators and countless others watching at home.

    Yeah, that’s right, MLB is still fighting over the statistics used in fantasy baseball leagues.

    Along those lines, I ran 15 miles yesterday and I did it on public roads… do I own the statistics from that run or does Selig and the gang want a piece of that, too?

    How about the neighborhood wiffle ball game? Little Jimmy hit a bunch of home runs and made a couple of nice catches near the bushes next to the driveway… can he use the term "home run" or is such a statistic “intellectual property?”

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    Meanwhile, reports are that Selig wants to suspend Jason Giambi for not cooperating with the toothless Mitchell Investigation into baseball’s drug problem. You know, because Giambi said, “I was wrong for doing that stuff.”

    In other words, Selig is telling the players, “Tell the truth and you will get in trouble… now go tell the truth.”

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    Here’s one for the Phillies fans that keep harping on the signing of Jose Mesa:

    Do you think the Phillies really wanted to sign Jose Mesa? Stop and think about it for a second…

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    A sort of homecoming

    Hola, sports fans. There is a lot happening today from the Tigers arriving in Philadelphia for three games, to Freddy Garcia’s shutdown, to the U.S. Open, to the first reviews of author Floyd Landis’ soon-to-be released memoir, Positively False hitting the ether. Since that’s the case, enough yapping – let’s get into it…

    Undoubtedly, Charlie Manuel will face some scrutiny this weekend. The reason, of course, is because the American League champion Detroit Tigers are in town for the weekend and that means Jim Leyland is here. Leyland, as most Phillies fans remember, lost out on the managerial job here when then general manager Ed Wade decided to hire Manuel instead. At the time the thinking (at least by me) was that when Jim Leyland specifically campaigns for your job opening, chances are it’s a slam dunk.

    How do you pass on Jim Leyland?

    Well…

    Manuel is in his third star-crossed season with the Phillies, while Leyland, in just one season, turned the Tigers to a World Series team after 12 straight losing seasons. In 2003 the Tigers lost 113 games. In 2006, with Leyland in charge, the Tigers won 103 games, including the playoffs.

    Leyland, in these parts, gets a lot of the credit for turning the Tigers into a force in the American League. To degree Leyland definitely had some influence on making Detroit a winner, though it is much more complicated than that. Yes, a manager has an effect on a baseball team. And it really isn’t a surprise that the Phillies have been better with Charlie Manuel at the helm than they were with Larry Bowa.

    Leyland and Manuel are similar in that they make it easy for players to want to come to work and do the job as well as possible, while Bowa’s mission seemed to be one of divide and conquer. As was the adage during Bowa’s time, the Phillies are 0-76, but Bowa is 86-0.

    But one thing Leyland did not do was sign and develop the players. The rotation of Jeremy Bonderman, Justin Verlander, Nate Robertson, and Mike Maroth would have been great regardless of the manager. Nor does it hurt that the offense leads the American League in hits, runs, extra-base hits, batting average, slugging percentage and is third in home runs.

    Certainly the Phillies will know where they stand amongst baseball’s top teams when the Tigers leave on Sunday afternoon.

    But more interesting than Leyland’s arrival is Placido Polanco’s return to Philadelphia. Polanco, as most remember, was the Phillies’ steady second baseman that allowed the team to take its time in bringing along Chase Utley. In fact, even when Utley was ready to play every day, putting Polanco on the bench was a very difficult thing to do. In order to find more playing time for Polanco the Phillies used him in left field for a few games, but not nearly enough at third base.

    Third base was the position Polanco played when he was traded to the Phillies as part of the deal for Scott Rolen in 2002. But after playing 131 games at third in 2002, Polanco played just 42 games at the hot corner since then. For some reason the Phillies just weren’t willing to unseat David Bell from that spot. The Phillies definitely would have been a better team with an infield of Ryan Howard, Utley, Polanco and Jimmy Rollins, but sometimes things are as easy as simply sliding around names.

    Baseball is complicated like that sometimes.

    The “what if” game is the favorite past time of the national past time, and though Utley has solidified himself as the best second baseman in the National League, Polanco has done pretty well since leaving town. Currently he’s third in the league with a .343 batting average, led the Majors in the statistic in 2005 and, most importantly, took home the MVP in last October’s ALCS.

    Polanco will gladly let Chase Utley and David Bell have Philadelphia if can play ball in October. The same goes for Charlie Manuel, too. As far as Leyland is concerned, losing out on the Phillies job might have been the best thing that happened.

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    Anyway, based on how things were at the time, trading Polanco to the Tigers for Ugeuth Urbina and Ramon Martinez was a pretty good deal. Then, as now, the Phillies were desperate for bullpen help and Polanco was the only real commodity the team had.

    To this day I still get emails from readers asking why Wade and the Phillies didn’t trade Bell instead… OK.

    Look at it this way – if you don’t want David Bell, what makes you think another team will want him and then give you a relief pitcher like Urbina? The Phillies couldn’t trade Bell for the same reason why they can’t trade Jon Lieber or Pat Burrell…

    No one wants them!

    Apropos of nothing, it seems as if both Utley and Polanco will be starting in the All-Star Game next month.

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    I wasn’t quick enough to think of it at the time, but Freddy Garcia could end up being the “deadline deal” the Phillies need if they are still in the hunt next month… that is, of course, if Garcia can still pitch.

    There is no time table for when Garcia will even throw again, so any plans regarding his return are just a silly exercise at this point. But… he might be able to return.

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    Through the early going of action in the U.S. Open at Oakmont Country Club in western Pennsylvania, it looked as if Jim Furyk of the Bellair neighborhood in Manheim Township, Lancaster, Pa., was locked in. But then his putter deserted him over the final seven holes. Today Furyk came out and fired a not-so sterling 75 to leave him six-over par.

    Despite the score, Furyk still has a shot at winning his second U.S. Open title. Tiger Woods is in it, too, at four-over par, which brings up an interesting point:

    Do golf fans want to see the best players in the world struggle to get close to even par as it typically is in the U.S. Open?

    Do fans like to see Furyk or Tiger hit a stellar shot near the pin and then have it roll off the green and into the rough?

    I’m torn. I don’t like it when a golfer makes a good shot and isn’t rewarded for it, but at the same time I don’t really want to see them take target practice at the pins as if they were at any other course. That’s no fun, either.

    Either way, the U.S. Open is the most intriguing of all golf tournaments and it will be even more interesting to see what happens to this little corner of the country when it comes to Merion in Ardmore in 2013.

    For one thing, something is going to have to be done about the atrocity that is the Schuylkill Expressway.

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    The New York Times ran a review of West Earl Township, Lancaster County, Pa. native Floyd Landis’ new epic that hits bookstores June 26. In the review it is noted that there is very little new information in the book, however, it was noted that there was a contradiction in some of Landis’ statements about the consequences from the infamous testimony from former Tour de France champ Greg LeMond from the USADA arbitration hearings last month.

    To wit:

    In an epilogue, Landis writes that he witnessed Geoghegan’s phone call and was shocked by his manager’s attempt to intimidate LeMond by bringing up LeMond’s previously undisclosed history of being sexually abused as a child. So shocked, he writes, that he immediately decided Geoghegan should be fired.

    “The only thing I knew right away was that Will needed to go,” Landis writes. “I went to his room and helped him pack his things.

    Wait, did Floyd get the same guy who wrote Charles Barkley’s memoirs to work on his?

    Regardless, an interesting note is that Floyd is releasing a “Wiki” defense e-book on the same day as the memoirs are released.

    Also, I read the first chapter that was previewed on Floyd’s site and it’s pretty much the boilerplate jock autobiography except that I drive past a lot of the places described in the book on my way to Philadelphia. In that regard it's more interesting simply because I may have driven past some of the places described. As I've mentioned in past posts, though Landis and I grew up a short bike ride away from one another, our worlds were as different as night and day. Frankly, even though my roots have been planted in Lancaster since I was 10 years old, it is very rare for me to see an Amish buggy motor past. They don't really come to the urban/suburban area where I live and when they do it trips me out.

    Come on, Mr. Stoltzfus, turn on a light already.

    Nevertheless, it was interesting reading about a rube from Lancaster County travelling across the country with a cheap car and a tent and then to Europe with the simple hope of being a professional mountain bike rider.

    Hopefully my fax request for an advance copy will arrive soon so I can tell everyone all about it.

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    If they have an NBA Finals and nobody watches it, did it really happen?

    Apparently the NBA Finals ended this week. Really? And what ever happened to that fun league called the NHL?

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    Just take it steady, Freddy

    How about this one... Freddy Garcia got his second opinion on his "frayed" rotator cuff and "some pathology" to his labrum from noted orthopedist Dr. James Andrews, and guess what? It looks like "frayed" and "pathology" isn't as bad as it sounds.

    The Phillies issued a statement on Thursday afternoon stating that Andrews agreed with team physician Dr. Michael Ciccotti in that Garcia might just need a few weeks rest and then could be able to get back out there.

    Here's the Phillies release:

    Phillies Assistant General Manager Ruben Amaro Jr. issued the following statement today on righthander Freddy Garcia, who met with orthopedic surgeon Dr. James Andrews yesterday in Birmingham, Ala.

    "Both the Phillies’ medical staff and Dr. Andrews are in complete agreement that a conservative approach should be taken in regards to Garcia’s injury."

    "Garcia will be shut down from throwing for several weeks. At some point, he will begin a tossing program. Both doctors agree that there is some damage to the shoulder, but it’s more a product of being a starting pitcher who has logged as many innings as Freddy has over the last several seasons.

    "At this point, there is no time frame for when Garcia will be pitching competitively at the major league level for the Phillies."

    It will be interesting to hear Garcia's reaction to the diagnosis, especially since he appears to be a bit peeved at certain segments of the local sporting press. According to a story in the local press, Garcia told the scribes from Chicago that he thinks he's being treated unfairly by the Philadelphia-area media.

    "I want to show them, especially in this town," Garcia told the Chicago Tribune. "They've been really rough. 'What did he do? Why did they bring him here?' I feel like they rip me because I cannot pitch."

    Sorry Freddy. It's not you, it's us.

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    Big league debuts

    We love big-league debuts. Better yet, we really love comparing the debuts of Phillies pitchers over the recent past. So with Kyle Kendrick out there at the Bank on Wednesday afternoon, what better excuse to trot out the digits from some of the more notable opening nights for some Phillies.

    Congratulations to Kendrick... now he has a baseball-reference.com page! More importantly, it appears as if he has earned himself another start next week in Cleveland... how about that for the kid? A road trip.

    Kyle Kendrick vs. White Sox on June 13, 2007: 6 IP, 6 H, 3 R, 2 BB, 4 K for a ND

    Scott Mathieson vs. Devil Rays on June 17, 2006: 6 IP, 8 H, 4 R, 2 BB, 5 K for Loss

    Cole Hamels vs. Reds on May 12, 2006: 5 IP, 1 H, 0 R, 5 BB, 7 K for ND

    Gavin Floyd vs. Mets on Sept. 3, 2004: 7 IP, 4 H, 1 R, 4 BB, 5 K for Win

    Brett Myers at Cubs on July 24, 2002: 8 IP, 2 H, 1 R, 1 BB, 5 K for Win

    Brandon Duckworth vs. Padres on Aug., 7, 2001: 6 IP, 4 H, 3 R, 4 BB, 4 K for Win

    David Coggin at Expos on June 23, 2000: 6 IP, 8 H, 6 R, 1 BB, 4 K for Win

    Randy Wolf vs. Blue Jays on June 11, 1999: 5.2 IP, 6 H, 1 R, 3 BB, 6 K for Win

    Carlton Loewer vs. Cubs on June 14, 1998: 9 IP, 5 H, 2 R, 0 BB, 8 K for Win

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    A second opinion

    The Phillies didn’t announce the MRI results for Freddy Garcia’s right shoulder until the top of the ninth last night, so that left more than a few of the scribes and Phillies’ personnel scrambling for answers over what “pathology in the labrum” and a frayed rotator cuff really means.

    I sat next to a former Major League manager at last night’s game and when the news was announced, I just looked at him:

    “That’s not good,” he understated.

    Garcia wants to investigate all of his options before deciding on a course of action, but more than likely seeking a second opinion upon hearing Dr. Michael Ciccotti’s prognosis simply delays the inevitable…

    Freddy can either get cut now or he can get cut later.

    Nevertheless, Garcia has the option of the second opinion. The Phillies do not. Instead, Pat Gillick and Ruben Amaro Jr. will be scrambling to find a long-term fix for the rotation with some pathology. Certainly Brett Myers doesn’t seem to be headed back to the rotation when his stint on the disabled list ends, and asking Kyle Kendrick – the pitcher called up from Double-A to make his Major League debut in Garcia’s stead tomorrow – to fill the veteran’s spot is a tall task. In four-plus professional seasons, Kendrick has just 12 appearances above Single-A.

    Who is he, Mike Zagurski?

    While we ponder that, the debate over whether or not Garcia is the biggest flop in recent Phillies’ history will persist as the names Andy Ashby, Lance Parrish, Floyd Youmans and Mike Jackson are conjured again.

    Frankly, I say the biggest flop is Danny Tartabull, but that’s me. I’d like to say Ashby just because he was so miserable when he was here, but that deal seems to have worked out in the end. The Phillies got Bruce Chen in the short term and Adam Eaton found his way back to Philadelphia.

    Perhaps Gavin Floyd and Gio Gonzalez will too?

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    When I was a teenager I had the pleasure of sitting near the visitors’ on-deck circle for a doubleheader between the Orioles and White Sox at Memorial Stadium. The games were fairly uneventful except for the ChiSox shortstop, Ozzie Guillen, chattering away with me as he waited to come to bat.

    What I appreciated the most was that Guillen didn’t talk down to me (or anyone else) and left me wondering where he learned some of the creative ways in which to curse. It was then as it is now, spellbinding.

    That’s the way it was yesterday, too, when I had the pleasure of listening to Guillen’s pre-game meeting with the writers where he discussed Garcia’s predicament… let’s just say it was fascinating and refreshing.

    These days everyone is so concerned over their image and what everyone else thinks. Guillen is as real as it gets.

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    In Philadelphia we already knew that the Phillies were the losingest franchise in the history of all professional sports. Even teams that are older than the Phillies – like the Cincinnati Reds, for instance – have not lost as many games.

    But the Phillies phutility has gone national as the team inches ever closer to the 10,000 loss plateau. Jere Longman of The New York Times wrote about the consistent losing of the Phillies in today’s paper.

    Sigh!

    ***
    And Tony Soprano? Yeah, it didn’t end the way you thought…

    “I guess you never hear it coming when it’s your turn…”

    Pay attention, people!

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    Trimming down

    When compared to other runners, my wife says I’m built for endurance not speed. Based on my workouts, recent race times and 6-foot-1/165-pound frame, that’s a pretty good description. I have always believed that moving on to ultra-marathons, etc. is inevitable simply because I have such a hard time being consistent in shorter races and putting together a decent marathon.

    If you’re looking for someone who can get locked into a 6:30 per mile pace and keep it there all damn day, I’m the guy.

    What are you going to do?

    Well…

    One thing is to lose some weight. It’s very possible to run 100 miles a week and gain week. In fact, it’s been done. Lots of times… by me.

    When not in a serious training regime, I like to mix my miles with some ice cream, pizza, peanut butter and the occasional beer. It’s fun that way and though I like to be careful about most of the things I eat, I have been known to hit the ol’ buffet on more than a few occasions.

    But what a lot of people who just train to run one marathon or one race don’t understand is that too go fast, a person has to lighten their load. That means a strict diet in which calories and all of the other fun stuff matters.

    It works.

    My best races came when I weighed between 150 to 155 pounds. It seemed as if 160 was too much and 145 to 148 made me feel good just walking around, but for running it left me weak and sick. The old adage that to be a top-flight runner, one had to weigh two pounds for every inch of height didn’t work in my case. It just left me hungry, angry and tired.

    Nevertheless, I’m counting calories again. I’m trying to trim down to the150s to see what it does for me. Maybe it will result in faster running, maybe it won’t. But if it makes me feel healthier, that’s what it’s all about…

    Right?

    After all, I want to be able to do this running stuff when I’m an old man.

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    Craig Mottram is one of the most versatile runners out there. In any distance from 800-meters to 10 kilometers, Mottram is always a threat. Better yet, it appears as if he’s a good quote, too. Check out the last four minutes of the race and what the Aussie told the folks from NBC after winning the star-studded two-mile race at the Prefontaine Classic:

    [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esIV_UBEAaw]

    Gotta love a 6-foot-2 dude who is ready to mix it up.

    Here’s the week of June 4-10.

    Monday – 18 miles in 1:59:56
    It was really humid and I think that fact affected the pace through the first 10 miles. Regardless, I ran the last five miles in 32:13. I can thank Mark Amway for that, since he pretty much carried me from miles 14 to 16ish. Other than that, my pace was really consistent the entire workout. It definitely wasn’t fast, but it was easy.

    1st 5: 33:46
    2nd 5: 33:47
    1st 13: 1:27:43
    last 5: 32:13

    Tuesday – 15 miles in 1:41:24
    Started out slow because I felt a little tight and tired, but finished slow because of a strong headwind. After about 3 to 5 miles I felt properly warmed up and ran pretty strong and at a decent pace. However, the wind -- which kept the temperatures perfect -- slowed me.

    Nevertheless, it was a nice run and the weather was fine. There's nothing like running.

    Splits:
    1st 5: 33:54
    2nd 5: 33:49

    Wednesday – 15 miles in 1:42:28
    Like yesterday I started out slow. However, I didn't really pick it up much though I tried to a little bit. Maybe that had something to do with me getting out early(ier) in the morning.

    I also went out to play golf, which was kind of fun. I like hanging out with the guys, but I prefer to run.

    1st 5: 34:44
    2nd 5: 33:59
    final 5: 33:44

    Thursday – 1st run 13 miles in 1:28:16
    2nd run 5 miles in 32:19
    A lot like yesterday in that it took me about five miles to get warmed up and even then I was still pretty slow. I guess that's the way it is when one (or just me) gets up early to run. To make matters worse, I've been doing the runs uncaffeinated, so it's even tougher. Still, it's good to get the running done early because it gives me a chance to get stuff done during the day AND to do a second run later.

    splits:
    1st 5: 34:18
    2nd 5: 33:33

    Added a smooth five miles in the evening in 32:19.

    Friday – 14.1 miles in 1:35:30
    I just died around 10 miles and felt like stopping at 13. My thought was, "What's the difference if I go 13 instead of 14 miles?" Then I thought about being "mentally tough" and remembered the Outside magazine interview with Floyd Landis where he said, "You can always do one more..."

    Thanks for that, Floyd.

    Anyway, I started out pretty strong despite it being HHH -- hazy, hot and humid. It was flat-out nasty out there and I felt my shoes and socks get soaked with sweat about three or four miles in. I definitely sweated a lot today and though I didn't do 15 or 16 miles, I'll take the 14.1 on a nasty morning.

    splits:
    1st 5: 33:45
    2nd 5: 33:29
    last 3.3: 22:41

    Saturday – 13 miles in 1:26:27
    I'm feeling a little rundown from some sort of throat/head cold. That made me procrastinate until about 1 p.m. before getting out and I even thought about scrapping it all together... that is until I got moving. As soon as I hit the field I felt decent and strong, though I was a bit tired around 10 miles.

    Regardless, I'll take it. Tomorrow is an easy day so I'll get a chance to rest.

    Splits:
    1st 5: 33:13
    2nd 5: 33:10
    last 3: 20:04

    Sunday – 7 miles in 45:49
    Nice and easy for most of the run. I went through five miles in 32:03 and felt pretty good. But for as easy as the run was my stomach didn't cooperate and gave me some trouble about two minutes from home.

    It definitely was not fun.

    Either way, today is a good day to rest and relax and that's what I'll do.

    There’s a 100-mile week – my first one since December. Frankly, it didn’t feel too hard though there were some moments that had nothing to do with running. Hopefully I can carry on like this for the rest of the summer.

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    So long, Freddy?

    Has Freddy Garcia pitched his last game for the Phillies? That remains to be seen, but it's likely that the right-hander is headed under the knife.

    An MRI taken Monday afternoon at Thomas Jefferson University Hospital revealed Garcia had some abnormalities in his labrum and fraying to his rotator cuff. Garcia is planning on having a second opinion to the diagnosis, which will determine how long he will be out of action and what course of action will be taken.

    Regardless, it isn't good for Garcia.

    Garcia, of course, was the Phillies’ key off-season acquisition and was expected to be the inning-eating monster at the top of the rotation. Unfortunately for the Phillies, that hasn’t even been close to being true. After opening the season on the disabled list with a strained right biceps, Garcia has posted a 5.90 ERA in 11 starts for just 58 innings and a 1-5 record.

    Though he pitched more than 200 innings in seven of his eight seasons, Garcia has only reached the seventh once for the Phillies.

    Before the game, White Sox manager Ozzie Guillen said his former pitcher is very frustrated.

    “I’m concerned as a friend. He’s frustrated – he wants to help those guys,” Guillen said.

    Part of the trouble, Guillen says, is that the Phillies or their fans haven’t gotten a chance to appreciate the big right-hander’s work.

    “They don’t know him – we know Freddy. He’s a horse. He wants to pitch no matter what. He’s a winner,” Guillen said.

    “If you watch Freddy pitch for the first time and you don’t know him, you think, ‘What the [expletive] is that?’ He’s walking around, looking into the stands, staring at the catcher. But he’s a winner. He knows what he’s doing.”

    Garcia is eligible to become a free agent at the end of the 2007 season. Hopefully, says Guillen, the pitcher will be able to get healthy and show the Phillies who he really is.

    “When Freddy is healthy he’s something special. Hopefully the 15 days will get him healthy,” Guillen said. “I think he doesn’t want anyone to take the ball away from him. He wants the ball. He wants to pitch and help those guys win.”

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    Easy like Sunday morning...

    Easily the best thing about Jon Lieber’s complete game, three-hit shutout over the Kansas City Royals last night wasn’t the Phillies’ victory or the pitcher’s relative gabfest post-game chat with the scribes. Nope, easily the most important part of Lieber’s outing was the time of game:

    Two-hours, ten minutes. That’s 2:10.

    That is outstanding.

    With deadlines and the pressure to compose coherent stories closing in on the writers like the walls in that trash compactor scene in Star Wars, it’s nice to see the gang get a little break. After all, without the writers covering the team leading the way, the folks on TV and the radio wouldn’t have anything to talk about.

    So big thanks goes out to Jon Lieber for his uber-efficient outing last night…

    He must really like the writers.

    Nevertheless, Lieber spent some time talking to the broadcasters after the game and had a few interesting things to say. One nugget he later reiterated with the writers was that he was feeling good while pitching, but because he’s such a location-type pitcher, he’s been getting tattooed a bit lately.

    “I know it's been, ‘Here we go again. He's pitching like it's 2006.’ I'm not even close to that,” Lieber told the scribes. “The results can be deceiving, especially if you watch the game. I don't think I've done anything differently. It's just being able to throw the ball, get strikes, pitch ahead, and get the guys on and off the field.”

    He certainly did a swell job of the last night. In fact, it seems as if Lieber got everyone out of the ballpark before the sun went down. Not bad for a 6:05 p.m. start time.

    Apropos of nothing, does anyone think Lieber's new buzz cut makes him look like Brando as Colonel Kurtz?

    ***
    There has been much speculation regarding the end of The Sopranos series tonight on HBO. Is Tony going to live or die? Will he flip to the feds or come out ahead in the war with New York?

    Visit any message board and there are tons of theories and ideas floating around though I’m not really sure they’re based on anything tangential. Because show creator David Chase never ever wastes anything on his show (all dialogue and music has explicit meaning to the plot) anything could happen tonight.

    That means I have no idea what will happen, though it’s hard not to think about an interview I read with Little Steven Van Zandt (Silvio Dante) where he said a movie based on The Sopranos series would have to be a pre-queal.

    But it’s no fun not predicting anything. In that regard, I say watch out for Janice. Everyone seems to be forgetting her and she’s could be trouble.

    ***
    Jim Thome returns to Philadelphia tomorrow.

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    The big bike race is underway in Philadelphia today, and the Tour de France kicks off on July 8. Nonetheless, we neglected to update on Floyd Landis’ first outing since last year’s Tour de France and his hip-replacement surgery in the Teva Mountain Games. There, riding a mountain bike (of course), Floyd finished an 49th in a two-hour ride through the mountains in Vail, Colorado.

    “I haven't suffered in a while,” he said when it was over, happy he simply finished his first mountain-bike race in nearly nine years. “I figured this was a good place to start.”

    Without a much of a chance to train or work out with arbitration hearing in full swing, Landis will race again in Leadville, Colorado in August in the well-known Leadville 100. But that race will come after a book signing tour that will bring him home to Lancaster and to West Chester later this month.

    Meanwhile, listen to Floyd talk about his first public ride in nearly a year.

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    He's baaaaack!


    It's official. The Phillies have signed Jose Mesa to a Major League contract. He will take Freddy Garcia's spot on the roster after the right-hander was placed on the 15-day disabled list on Saturday.

    As for Mesa, skipper Charlie Manuel says the 41-year old vet will be thrown into the mix.

    "I'll pitch him wherever we need him," Manuel said. "He's always been the kind of guy who stayed in shape and worked hard and everything. And his experience speaks for itself. Is there a place where he can pitch on our team? Yeah."

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    Jose Mesa to the rescue!

    Wait… didn’t the Phillies just sweep the Mets at Shea?

    It didn’t take Johnny Sain or Kreskin to figure out something was wrong with Freddy Garcia last night in Kansas City. From the first pitch it appeared as if Garcia, the Phillies’ big off-season acquisition, was even more out of sorts than usual. His pacing around the mound looked much more deliberate and his pace slowed from its normal pedestrian rate to a crawl.

    Instead of using an hour glass to time Garcia’s sauntering between pitches, the league shifted to a sundial.

    But more than Garcia’s unhurried work, the most telling part of the short, five outs outing against the lowly Kansas City Royals was the big pitcher’s velocity. Instead of topping the 90-mph mark, Garcia struggled to throw his fastball in the mid-80s. He would have had difficulty breaking a pane of glass with his heater.

    Jamie Moyer could have thrown a fastball with more alacrity.

    “When I took him out of the game, I walked him downstairs and started talking to him,” manager Charlie Manuel said. “I asked him his shoulder. I told him if he's hurt, I don't want him pitching. I told him, ‘The way you're throwing, it definitely looks like to me that you're hurt.’ He's a mentally tough guy and wants to pitch, but at the same time -- then he told me his shoulder was sore.”

    So here we go again. Suddenly the team’s big off-season pick-up appears to be injured again. Though Garcia won’t be examined until Monday in Philadelphia -- coincidentally when his former team the Chicago White Sox turn up at the Bank -- another trip to the disabled list appears inevitable.

    “I told him, basically, I do not want somebody who is hurt pitching,” Manuel said. “I want you pitching 100 percent. If there is anything wrong with you, I have to know it. He wanted to talk about it. He was upset because his performance wasn't good. We'll check him out and see what's wrong with him.”

    Said Garcia: “Monday I'll check it out and see what's going on with my shoulder. I've got to stop pitching. I don't want to pitch the way I've been pitching. If it is not 100 percent in my shoulder, there's nothing I can do.”

    If you are scoring at home, that’s pitchers Garcia, Brett Myers and Tom Gordon out with shoulder ailments. In the minors, pitchers Kyle Drabek, Joe Bisenius and J.A. Happ are all on the disabled list.

    What the… ?

    With Garcia likely headed to the disabled list for the second time before the season has come close to reaching the halfway point, the question seems to be when was the pitcher hurt and didn’t he have a physical before the trade with the White Sox?

    Whatever the answers are, it appears as if Andy Ashby’s short time with the Phillies in 2000 will be better than Garcia’s in 2007.

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    So with Garcia headed out what do the Phillies do? Why sign Jose Mesa to a minor league deal, of course.

    The Phillies won’t confirm it, but everyone seems to know that the club’s all-time saves leader is making his big comeback to Philadelphia and should join the club in Kansas City.

    Needless to say, most fans aren’t too pleased about Mesa’s prodigal return to one of his old teams, but whatever. If he can pitch a little bit, and he was decent in 79 games for the Rockies last year, it’s a good move. If he continues to pitch like he did for the Tigers in 16 appearances this season (12.34 ERA), release him.

    No big whoop.

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    Speaking of no big whoop, general manager Pat Gillick reiterated that he is not leaving the Phillies to become the president of the Seattle Mariners.

    ***
    Remember how we wrote yesterday that it seems as if the Mets’ Paul Lo Duca is a jerk? Well, apparently Cole Hamels thinks so, too. Hamels, according to the story in the Wilmington News Journal says Lo Duca acted like an amateur after his sixth-inning home run on Thursday night.

    “You need to act like you've done it before,” Hamels told bulldog scribe Scott Lauber. “He's a veteran. He should know better. It's the old sacred game thing. There are little kids out there that are looking up to you. They look at what happens. That's not the right way to do things.”

    Then again, Lo Duca appears to have a history of doing things the wrong way.

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