<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042</id><updated>2009-02-21T06:58:55.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoapBox Sports</title><subtitle type='html'>"We'll step down when things change."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-113078590671938074</id><published>2005-10-31T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:12:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW SWEET IT IS!</title><summary type='text'>Celebrate good times, c'mon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/113078590671938074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/113078590671938074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='HOW SWEET IT IS!'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112924492524365317</id><published>2005-10-13T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:33:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO HAPPY EDDINGS IN CHICAGO</title><summary type='text'>Was that John Kerry behind the plate last night? "Actually, I called him Out before I didn't call him Out."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112924492524365317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112924492524365317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-happy-eddings-in-chicago.html' title='NO HAPPY EDDINGS IN CHICAGO'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112923627550487875</id><published>2005-10-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:53:36.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like to cuss on this blog. You might have noticed that the closest I may come is to use an underscore or some other symbol to obscure the full brunt of the cuss word while still preserving the effect and impact of the word itself. And yet, after witnessing the officiating disgrace in last night's Angels-White Sox game, I have but one way to describe it:Absolute fucking horseshit.By now, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112923627550487875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112923627550487875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-like-to-cuss-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112906293032020219</id><published>2005-10-11T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:44:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearful Prediction: Angels in 6</title><summary type='text'>I'm picking the Angels to win the ALCS in six games...I just can't figure out how exactly.The news just came down that Bartolo did not make the roster which is obviously a huge blow to an already awkwardly aligned rotation. The Byrd Man in Game One on three days rest, a sickly Washburn in Two, presumably Lackey and Santanna in games Three and Four. The White Sox are rested and fully loaded where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112906293032020219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112906293032020219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/fearful-prediction-angels-in-6.html' title='Fearful Prediction: Angels in 6'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112905247108125276</id><published>2005-10-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:42:08.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over, George...Angels Now Own Yankees</title><summary type='text'>Do you see the W?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112905247108125276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112905247108125276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/move-over-georgeangels-now-own-yankees.html' title='Move Over, George...Angels Now Own Yankees'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112905240904460547</id><published>2005-10-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:40:09.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya know, that's not really champagne.  Unless it comes from the Champagne region of France, it's sparkling white wine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112905240904460547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112905240904460547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/ya-know-thats-not-really-champagne.html' title=''/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112904967565950046</id><published>2005-10-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:41:58.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmm....drink it in....It always goes down smooth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112904967565950046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112904967565950046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/mmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112898881342478137</id><published>2005-10-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:00:44.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearful Prediction: Angels Over Yanks</title><summary type='text'>I predicted that the Angels would rock The Big Unit.Of course, I told no one of this so it counts for nothing. Thus, I will now go on record with my prediction for tonight's Game Five.Angels 5, Yankees 2.Obviously, a prediction for tonight's game from an unabashed Angels fan is not something to take to your bookie and put any money on. I admit, I am somewhat biased....but I am only biased in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112898881342478137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112898881342478137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/fearful-prediction-angels-over-yanks.html' title='Fearful Prediction: Angels Over Yanks'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112896465556334899</id><published>2005-10-10T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:17:57.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Excuses.</title><summary type='text'>It's simply time to get it done. May the best team win.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112896465556334899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112896465556334899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-excuses.html' title='No Excuses.'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112792435144460451</id><published>2005-09-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:21:02.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAMP!</title><summary type='text'>That's just a waste of good American beer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112792435144460451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112792435144460451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/whamp.html' title='WHAMP!'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112785474596591306</id><published>2005-09-27T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:06:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It ends tonight."</title><summary type='text'>Ervin Santana takes the hill tonight for the Angels as they take their first shot at clinching the AL West</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112785474596591306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112785474596591306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-ends-tonight.html' title='&quot;It ends tonight.&quot;'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112776530450258419</id><published>2005-09-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:10:46.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Huff-ing and Puffing</title><summary type='text'>Aubrey Huff shhh-ing the Anaheim crowd Sunday....My question is, Shouldn't such a gesture be saved for the playoffs or at least for a team that is likely going to the playoffs? Should a guy hitting .262 on the second-worst team in the American League really be shhh-ing anyone, especially after a solo shot in the 3rd inning?  Should a player on any team be shhh-ing if his first name is Aubrey?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112776530450258419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112776530450258419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/too-much-huff-ing-and-puffing.html' title='Too Much Huff-ing and Puffing'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112732250092071687</id><published>2005-09-21T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:30:50.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Bonds Goes to Washington</title><summary type='text'>I don't know much about politics which is why I don't talk about them much, leaving that to my friends at SoapBox Politics, a.k.a. The Right Wing Brotherhood. Some would ask, why do I maintain this blog then, since I know little of sports either? To that I can only say that I find sports more interesting and far more unpredictable. Plus they've got the whole instant replay thing going for them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112732250092071687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112732250092071687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/mr-bonds-goes-to-washington.html' title='Mr. Bonds Goes to Washington'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112732173158633694</id><published>2005-09-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:28:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><summary type='text'>Bartolo Colon acknowledges the fans as they stand to honor the Angels' first 20-game-winner since Nolan Ryan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112732173158633694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112732173158633694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112631527252527296</id><published>2005-09-09T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:21:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Ahead</title><summary type='text'>Since just about every columnist, blogger, and reporter that covers the Angels will inevitably do an off-season needs/possibilities report and will undoubtedly do it a damn sight better than me, I have decided to make my mark by turning in my analysis early. This is in no way a concession that this season is for all intents and purposes over for the Angels. It's simply my way of striking before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112631527252527296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112631527252527296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/09/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking Ahead'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112552531193222423</id><published>2005-08-31T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:57:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Cool</title><summary type='text'>Everybody take a deep breath, consult your calendars and, please, calm the f_ck down.This current Angels-A's series in Anaheim is obviously a big one with first-place on the line, but let's not get ahead of ourselves and dramatize it into being the make-or-break, be-all-end-all series that will decide the ultimate fate of all mankind. The Angels lost a heartbreaker last night thanks to their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112552531193222423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112552531193222423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-cool.html' title='Be Cool'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-112424166513425727</id><published>2005-08-16T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:21:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Greed is...Good."</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, it's also contagious.First the Terrell Owens Saga, now this story out of Washington.Not only are fans wearing jerseys to emulate their favorite pro athletes, but now they are apparently mimicking their greed at the bargaining table.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112424166513425727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/112424166513425727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/08/greed-isgood.html' title='&quot;Greed is...Good.&quot;'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111886226831424027</id><published>2005-06-15T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:54:53.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnelly Out, Jackson In</title><summary type='text'>There were two big events yesterday that have brought me out of seclusion (in the West Wing) to talk about, the re-hiring of Phil Jackson by the Lakers and the odd confrontation in the 7th inning of the Angels' loss to the Nats.First off, as a Laker fan, I am thrilled to see Phil Jackson returning to the team. I realize this will mean that I will have to endure countless "stories" throughout next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111886226831424027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111886226831424027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/06/donnelly-out-jackson-in.html' title='Donnelly Out, Jackson In'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111600880592318918</id><published>2005-05-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:26:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freestyle</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted in a while and I don't really have time to put together an actual column so I'm just gonna bust it freestyle today.  I wouldn't want to lose my loyal readership for a lack of posting.--It's important to have goals in life.  As of this morning, I have set a new one for myself regarding my career.  It's not so much about a certain job I want to attain or a certain salary, it's just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111600880592318918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111600880592318918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/05/freestyle.html' title='Freestyle'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111387186946546811</id><published>2005-04-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:51:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seperated at Birth?</title><summary type='text'>Oakland A's manager Ken Macha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111387186946546811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111387186946546811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/04/seperated-at-birth.html' title='Seperated at Birth?'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111387183661683172</id><published>2005-04-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:50:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Seinfeld" co-creator Larry David</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111387183661683172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111387183661683172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/04/seinfeld-co-creator-larry-david.html' title=''/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111350180110696684</id><published>2005-04-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:19:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By popular demand....</title><summary type='text'>Since a two-person majority has requested I argue against Jermaine O'Neal's accusation of racism against David Stern and his age-requirement ideas, I guess I will have to take a crack at it. Personally, I think it's pretty difficult to argue that something doesn't exist (see atheists' arguments that there is no God), but, what the hell, the people have spoken and far be it from me to deny them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111350180110696684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111350180110696684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-popular-demand.html' title='By popular demand....'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111341150738349872</id><published>2005-04-13T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:58:27.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Athletes Always Good For A Laugh</title><summary type='text'>In a recent espn article, Indiana Pacers' forward Jermaine O'Neal explains why NBA Commissioner David Stern wants to raise the league's minimum age requirement from 18 to 20. His theory? What else, racism of course."There were seven high school players in the All-Star Game, so why we even talking an age limit?"Good point. I'll go one step further and ask, Why we even talking about guys skipping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111341150738349872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111341150738349872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/04/dumb-athletes-always-good-for-laugh.html' title='Dumb Athletes Always Good For A Laugh'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111300122030997315</id><published>2005-04-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:00:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stat of the Union</title><summary type='text'>I'm no sabermatrician. I read "Moneyball" like everybody else, but it didn't exactly revolutionize my way of thinking or become my lifeforce as it has for so many baseball fans. However, watching the Angels play the past two nights, I couldn't help but think there might be a yet-unknown statistic to better define certain areas of the game.I give you the CFY. I trust it will become second nature </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111300122030997315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111300122030997315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/04/stat-of-union.html' title='Stat of the Union'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7999042.post-111100096344025254</id><published>2005-03-16T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:23:06.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Madness of "March"</title><summary type='text'>I am going to file this story away and bring it out the next time somebody tries to extol the virtues and purity of collegiate athletics or even dare to utter the term "student-athlete."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111100096344025254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7999042/posts/default/111100096344025254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soapboxsports.blogspot.com/2005/03/true-madness-of-march.html' title='The True Madness of &quot;March&quot;'/><author><name>j.h.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06419117874637825962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12076569122396370378'/></author></entry></feed>