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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Direct Hit

Following up on Shank's April 20th column, we can confirm he successfully trolled the city of Cleveland whilst simultaneously complimenting the Cavaliers. Shank's most recent Jedi mind trick, as coined by Bruce Allen of Boston Sports Media Watch, resulted in a letter to the Globe editor and a number of offended columnists, other Ohio writers and pissed off Cleveland residents, which were fodder for Boston radio and even led to speculation that Shank's troll job led to the lack of confetti, Cleveland's customary celebration of a Cavaliers win, when Cleveland won Game 2 on Tuesday.

Congratulations, Cleveland - You Got Shanked!

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Ill-Timed Tweets, By Dan Shaughnessy

This beauty went up around the time the Red Sox grabbed a 5 - 1 lead over the Tampa Bay Rays:

Yes, Shank - that 'big part of' the Red Sox offense really helped them out tonight, didn't it?

Stupid Tweets, by Dan Shaughnessy - IV

This is rich - Shank pretends ex post facto to know about Rajon Rondo's game:



Shank didn't write a god damned thing about Rondo during his entire Boston Celtics career and now tries to make it seem like he knew the whole time?

From this DSW blogger - when it comes to writing about Rajon Rondo, Shank, just shut the fuck up and quit embarrassing yourself.

Analogy Made

Shank serves up another Celtics column after last night's Game 2 99 - 91 loss to the Cavaliers and relates this loss to getting his ass kicked by his older brother:
CLEVELAND — My big brother used to do this to me on our backyard court. He was six years older and a hundred times better than me. Playing one-on-one, he’d get lazy and let me get close as I worked myself into a lather. Then he would swoop in and crush me at the finish. He won every time.

This is the NBA playoffs and LeBron James is the big brother. Against the upstart Celtics, King James wins every time. Tuesday night at the Q it was Cleveland 99, Boston 91 as the James Gang took a 2-0 series lead in this predictable best-of-seven first-round series.
At least he avoids pissing off more Cleveland fans during the rest of the column, so he's got that going for him.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Wish Granted - II

It looks like Shank's most recent trolling attempt column hit a nerve with residents of Cleveland. His Inbox must have been chock full of negative feedback today, prompting this response:

The most interesting response so far:

I, for one, will be tuning into 98.5 The Sports Hub the next time Shank makes an appearance on Bertrand & Zolak - should be really interesting!

Wish Granted

It looks like Shank got his wish with the one game suspension for David Ortiz for blowing a gasket / making contact with an umpire on Sunday.

Another LeBron / Cleveland Column

Let's summarize today's column:

Confetti.

No sports championships in 50 years.

Downtown Cleveland's a dump.

Here's how Cleveland's sports teams lost in the playoffs.

LeBron James gives Cleveland hope.

I'm off the Celtics bandwagon.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Weathervane Returns

It didn't take long for Shank to abandon ship, did it?
CLEVELAND — The roles are reversed. This time around . . . we are the Tomato Cans.

It’s tough to stomach. We are Boston. We are the city of champions and duck boat parades. In any given postseason, we expect to have the team with the marquee names and great expectations. We steamroll those little-trains-that-could and move on to the next round, the more serious opponents.
"And when we don't have that team? I'm here to trash 'em!"
Not now. The Celtics are playing the Cavaliers in the first round of the NBA playoffs and Game 1, a 113-100 Cleveland victory, was hard to watch if you were trying to make a case for the Green Team.
Behold, as the Red Jheri Curl makes inane comparisons to past Boston playoff beatdowns:
This felt like the Red Sox against the Rockies in 2007. Or the Sox against the Rays in the 2013 playoffs. Or the Celtics of Garnett-Pierce-Allen in the playoffs in 2008. Or the Bruins against the Red Wings in the first round last year. Or the Patriots against the Colts in each of the last two postseasons.
We end this inglorious column by some half-disingenuous backtracking:
If you believe in miracles, you can still make a case for the Celtics. Not me. Not now.
This sentence would have more credibility if that graf was written before Game 1 was played, but that would require a columnist with credibility...

Wish Upon A Star

By now, you should know that when Shank writes stuff like this, he really means he wants him suspended, right?

Shank's On The Celtics Bandwagon

With his first column on the Boston Celtics in over three months, Shank pretends to give a rat's ass about the Green Team, who start the NBA playoffs against the Cleveland Cavaliers this afternoon.
CLEVELAND — There are those who think the Boston Celtics have hurt themselves by getting into the playoffs. They think this Quixotic Quest at the Q is nonsense — short-lived gratification at the expense of the long-term health of the franchise.

To you, I say, take a flying leap into Lake Erie.

The Celtics are in the playoffs and we should be loving it. The fact that the Celtics are matched up against the mighty, talent-laden Cavaliers only makes this series more fun.

Seriously. Aren’t you sick of the “rebuilding process,’’ tankapalooza,’’ and that awful image of M.L. Carr, Tommy Heinsohn, or Steve Pagliuca making the frowny face when the 76ers or Cavaliers draw the No. 1 pick in the draft lottery? I am.

I am still bitter...
About a lot of things!

The most amusing part of this story is, after Shank spent many a column and tweet ripping John Calipari and the Kentucky basketball program, to watch him now openly pine for one of their players, Karl-Anthony Towns.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Opening Day

Shank covers Opening Day from Fenway Park, and reveals his true age:
If it seems like we’ve been doing this for 104 years . . . it’s because we’ve been doing this for 104 years. As it was in 1912, when the granddaddy of JFK threw out the ceremonial first pitch, it is today.

You know the drill. First day of Fenway. Skip school. Watch the opening ceremonies. Honor the past. Watch the Sox beat a worthy rival. See a spectacular catch by Mookie Betts in the very first inning. See yet another homer by David Ortiz. Decide that this is the year. Hope that maybe some dreams come true.

We gathered back at the Fens Monday to watch the surging Sox of 2015 take on the deeply-talented, highly touted Washington Nationals. It marked the first time Washington served as an opponent for Fenway’s opener since the old Senators (they became the Twins) played here on April 14, 1959 with a young third baseman named Harmon Killebrew.

After the snowiest winter on record, the baseball god blessed the Red Sox and their fans with one of the more spectacular April afternoons of all time. It was a perfect, sun-splashed 69 degrees when the Nationals and Red Sox lined up for pregame introductions. A young child accompanied each Sox player. In an age of Xbox and X Games, Major League Baseball finally has decided it needs to re-charge its fans base and cultivate a new generation of fans.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Pucked Up

Overreactors of the world, unite!

The guy who knows nothing about hockey (the time the Holy Cross varsity shoved a puck up his ass as a prank notwithstanding) says it's time to fire the Bruins GM and the coach.

Here's the best part: The CHB says Peter Chiarelli has "bleeped up" the draft every year. Here's a few of the guys who Chiarelli has drafted: Phil Kessel, who finished fifth in goals and sixth in scoring two seasons ago; Tyler Seguin, who finished fifth in goals and 7th in overall scoring this year, and fifth in goals and fourth in overall scoring a year ago; Dougie Hamilton, considered one of the top young blue liners in the league; and David Pastrnak, who at 18 made the big club. If there's a nit to pick, it's that Chiarelli didn't react fast enough to the change in hockey from lumbering to speed, and gave up too soon on the guys who could finish.

Great analysis, Shank!

'Yank'ing a Familiar Chain

It's Red Sox, it's Yankees, it's cliche time!

Starting the counting:

  • Teddy Ballgame
  • Bucky Dent
  • King George
  • The House that Jeter Built
  • Pedro Martinez tossing aside Don Zimmer

Wait, that's it? Nothing about Johnny Damon, The Rocket, Wade Boggs or Jacoby Ellsbury? Zippo on Nomar sitting out or Manny striking out?

Even The CHB is getting bored with the charade, it seems.

'Yank'ing a Familiar Chain

It's Red Sox, it's Yankees, it's cliche time!

Starting the counting:

  • Teddy Ballgame
  • Bucky Dent
  • King George
  • The House that Jeter Built
  • Pedro Martinez tossing aside Don Zimmer

Wait, that's it? Nothing about Johnny Damon, The Rocket, Wade Boggs or Jacoby Ellsbury? Zippo on Nomar sitting out or Manny striking out?

Even The CHB is getting bored with the charade, it seems.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Shank On A-Rod

Shank posted this column during the latter innings of last night's 6 - 5 marathon win over the Yankees. It's interesting to note that in this column Rodriguez is treated far better than the Red Sox's DH, complete with Shank's new favorite catchphrase:
NEW YORK — Alex Rodriguez is approaching Willie Mays on the all-time home run list and his own team won’t acknowledge this fact.

A-Rod is baseball’s pariah. He is the bubonic plague. Hating on A-Rod is one of America’s favorite parlor games. Even in his own organization.

Rodriguez went 2 for 5 with three strikeouts in Friday night’s Red Sox-Yankees series opener that went deep into the night. It’s weird to see him in uniform again. It’s weird to see him in the Yankee locker room, where he dresses next to Jacoby Ellsbury, a tremendous talent who never gets particularly close to his teammates.

The beloved Yankee stars are all gone. Bernie Williams. Andy Pettitte. Jorge Posada. Mariano Rivera. Finally, Derek Jeter. But A-Rod is back. He is back because the Yankees still owe him a giant bag of money ($61 million through 2017). He is back because he served his one-year suspension. He is back because he’s got nowhere else to go.