Bochy: How Many Misjudged You

I’m guessing you’ve seen The Godfather. If you haven’t, Sonny Corleone is scolded by his father Vito for “letting anyone outside the family know what you’re thinking.” Well Bruce Bochy never lets anyone outside the Giant family know what he’s thinking. He plays it close to the vest. Every manager wants to get the most out of a player, but what set “Boch” apart is the ability to get that maximum performance. Overlooked is the need for some level of relaxation even during a sport. I’m not there –but it looks like there is a relaxed atmosphere in the dugout, club house, and who knows even maybe the charter plane.

Bruce Bochy: The King of Laid Back

Well Mr. Bochy, your secret is out. Right now you are the toast of the town. You have outmaneuvered each opposing manager. Bay Area sophisticates determined you were dull not sharp. How wrong they were. You simply create an atmosphere were success is easier to attain. Sorry Tim Kawakami, I’m borrowing your analysis, but in a world of flashy coaches Bochy is not. He is a modest man who is genius when it comes to managing in the playoffs. Go Giants,  I’d like you to win one for Jack. One last round.

Wish You Were Here

Well, this is the most emotional blog I’ve ever written. My eldest son died unexpectedly in his sleep nine days ago. I’m trying to make sense of something that does not make sense. Tragic, this event leaves me nonplussed from time to time. My eulogy for my dad dealt with sports fandom, well, my son was a huge sports fan too. What can I say about my boy? He loved to play sports, he was a good athlete-powerful. He and his friend managed a sports bar and restaurant, for 80 hours a week he got to talk sports with the customers. He loved it! He learned how to work hard–managing a restaurant is extremely tough. I guess right now it is important to mention he was a huge San Francisco Giants fan. Go Giants! Win one for Jack!

Soap Box time

I’m not watching the local NFL team tonight. Am I crazy? Yeah, maybe. After a week of stories about domestic scraps,abuse, switches and photos, as well as video of some of it. No, I have not looked at the damage Adrian Peterson wreaked on his son of four. But, here is where I am a hypocrite: I did watch the Casino’s video of Janay and Ray Rice. But for today at least I feel like my cartoon hero Popeye. That’s all I can stands….I can’t stands no more. I’ve reached overload. Here is my take: the average citizen cannot relate to rich people with high-powered lawyers cleaning up their messes. We lowly serfs receive consequences that are far tougher than the rich athlete receives because we can’t afford those high-powered lawyers. I am against violence, I wish people behaved better. Of course, I wish I was a better human being. BUT  THE NFL HAS AN IMAGE PROBLEM.  Some of these people need help, real help. Not fixers who help them out of a real jam.

Why I Am A Sports Fan

I can watch two college football teams play that I don’t like. That makes me a sports fan. The reason I am a sports fan is because my Dad was a sports fan.As you well know the word fan is the shortening of the word fanatic. Well Bill Fitch was the quintessential fan. Our family just had to attend church at eight am. I always looked forward to Sunday breakfast after church.Mass and bacon were important to the perfect sports fan experience. My father pioneered the whole NFL and breakfast thing. Those of you in the Sunday morning breakfast and NFL business and simple doff of the cap will do. As you can tell sports has forever linked us. As you can also tell Bill Fitch was my father. As with most journeys there were bumps in the road, but I could always count on Sunday being full of religion and TV. Sports monopolized our Sundays, it was on the television till dinner. In the Seventies that was a full day of sports,watching.For a kid like me, seven hours of football programming was a dream come true. That dream never ended for Dad. He watched playoff baseball and NFL football till his last days.

Subject: Haikus and disappointment Giants Season

Well the Giants season is ending. A season that started with high expectations, the whole World Series euphoria. For me, the 2013 season can be expressed in two vague words:  underperformance and injury. I wish had a whole bunch of haikus but one will have to do.

Giants 2013 season:

High hopes, injury, off years

All combined to disappoint

Wait till next year fans