A Salute To Bud Selig, Albeit A Small One

The only thing more frustrating than being a Jets fan last Sunday was being an American.

As excruciating as it was to watch the Jets return to preseason form and completely ignore the end zone, it was worse to watch the American golfers slowly sink (unlike their putts), one after another, on their “home” course at Medinah.

As far as I’m concerned, Davis Love III is as good a coach as the team has had. Any coach who can work the two-day foursome matches to get his team a four-point lead heading into singles has to be applauded.

At that point it’s up to the individuals. After all, golf is an individual game. And the bottom line is, when the pressure was on, the Americans simply didn’t come through. Whether it was Jim Furyk’s putter or Phil Michelson’s normally reliable short game, the Americans didn’t hit the clutch shots while their European opponents nailed one after another.

Now I’m not one of the pessimists who think the American players don’t care. They do. If they didn’t, they’d feign injury — “Ooh, my back hurts.” — and spend the time off home with family, like often happens before other all-star games. The American players just simply don’t come up big in the country’s biggest biennial golf event.

Despite this, what Sunday’s excitement proved once again is that in the sport of golf, there’s no event that matches the atmosphere of the Ryder Cup, whether it’s played here or over there. Not even a major. Another reason it baffles me that it’s not an Olympic sport.

I told my wife that the Ryder Cup is now at the top of my bucket list of events to see in person, without a close second one. She replied, “What about if the Jets make the Super Bowl?”

My laughter said it all.

-- In case you missed it, the baseball regular season is over.

Let’s start with the good news. Thanks to Miguel Cabrera, fans who don’t carry an AARP card will remember a Triple Crown winner in their lifetime. The best news is Cabrera’s worst enemy would struggle to find a fault with him and I don’t think we have to worry about this honor getting “tested” away, if you know what I mean. At least I hope not.

Although four other Triple Crown winners before Carl Yastrzemski did not win the league MVP that same year, there’s no doubt Cabrera should.

-- In the words of Johnny Most: “It’s all over … It’s all over.”

Good news for you Red Sox fans and you know why. Bobby Valentine wasn’t the main cause of the Sox having their worst season in nearly five decades, but he proved that the only reason he might have lasted so long managing in Japan is that the majority of his words were lost in translation. He really is a publicist’s worst nightmare. My guess is he’s seen his last managerial job, at least in a country where English is the primary language.  

-- I’ve used up a lot of space bashing Bud Selig in this column, but I need to commend the commissioner for the addition of the second wildcard team in each league.

It turned what would have been a great end to the baseball regular season into an exceptional one. Once they fix the problem of the team with a better record opening up its playoff series with two away games, it will be nearly perfect.

In five years, my toddlers will be old enough to ask who came up with the great idea of adding a second wildcard team to baseball, and my answer is going to have to be, “That great idea happened during Bud Selig’s tenure as commissioner, boys.”

I just hope I don’t choke on whatever I’m eating at the time.

OVERTIME: The treatment of Jim Lehrer by Mitt Romney and President Barack Obama made the abuse of the replacement referees seem frivolous.

-- An NBA player who flops now will get fined an amount about equal to the interest he will earn in the bank during the time it takes to pick himself up off the floor. Meanwhile, the other player still gets a foul called against him. 

-- If you thought you’d never see a bloody sock for sale, think again.

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