Thursday, June 12, 2014

5 best in-park reactions to Yoenis Cespedes' incredible throw

The video of the incredible throw Yoenis Cespedes made to retire Howie Kendrick at the plate on Tuesday really needs no introduction. If you haven't seen it yet, basically Cespedes bobbles the ball, scoops it up and throws it over 300 feet directly into the catchers glove for an out, preserving a tie game in the eighth inning.

Now, if you're like me, you will watch this clip again and again and again and again. And eventually, you'll start to truly appreciate the fan reactions to the play.

Here are my top five.

5. Pitcher Luke Gregorson and catcher Derek Norris (0:27)
Aren't you glad he's on our team?
At first glance it looks like just another "ho, hum, Yoenis just made another throw that shouldn't be humanly possible" reaction. However, you can see Gregorson mouth "that's unbelievable" and you know their both marveling at just how far he threw this ball here.

4. Tie - Safe. Safe. guy and kids holding hands (0:57)

The kid on the left is the only one who knows what's coming.
 You really need to watch this one to fully appreciate the leap from ecstasy to agony. On one hand you've got two kids holding hands, giddily jumping up and down with the knowledge that their beloved Angels are about to take a 2-1 lead in this game. The child on the left sees that dream shattered and breaks it to the friend on the right.

Meanwhile, the follicly challenged gentleman next to them doesn't want to believe Cespedes can do what he does. He visibly struggles to contain his excitement at the play at the plate, twice gestures and says "safe" before Kendrick gets called out at the plate and he loses it.

Actually, watch all the people behind the plate. They're priceless.

3. The first base umpire (1:12)
Bringing the fist-pump A game.

On a play like this, you need the emphatic fist pump to determine Kendrick was out. John Trumpane does not disappoint.

2. Yoenis Cespedes (0:20)
Sorry bro.
That look on Cespedes face says just one thing: If I keep doing stuff like this, they're going to realize I'm not human.

1. The mustachioed man (1:38)
If your mustache doesn't look like this, you need to try harder.
Seriously, look at that mustache. That guy hasn't shown emotion since the mustache was just a little peach fuzz tickling his upper lip. He reacts exactly how you you'd expect him to react.
Bonus Cespedes:

In case you missed it, Cespedes misplayed another ball into an out with his rocket arm on Wednesday.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

5 things this sports fan is thankful for

By Kyle Mennig 

This Thanksgiving, as with most Thanksgivings, I find myself looking back and reflecting on all the positive aspects of my life I've seen over the past year. Of course, there's the usual family, friends, job, etc. that I'm thankful for, but what has the sports world given me? 

It's been a year of ups and downs (Derrick Rose is cleared to play...he's not ready...he's finally back...he's out again) to say the least. However, (take it from a Mets fan) there's always something to look back fondly on.

1. NFL Sunday Ticket

This season, I took the plunge. Well, kind of. I bought a special anniversary edition of Madden 25 (because nothing screams fun like having a 12-year-old kick your butt online and have him taunt you throughout the experience), mainly for the fact that it came with 17 weeks of NFL Sunday Ticket Max. Basically, the package allows online streaming of every NFL game that isn't on TV.

It's been great, being able to watch any game I want (along with the fantasy footballer's dream, RedZone). But perhaps the biggest reason I'm thankful for it is directly tied to No. 2 on this list.

2. Matthew Stafford

Hurry, hurry! You guys are going to want to see this!
For much of his career, I had never really had a strong opinion on the Lions QB. I never really loved him, never hated him. He was just a pretty good quarterback on a sometimes good team.

That all changed in Week 8.

I'm a firm believer that you either love or hate the Dallas Cowboys and I firmly fall into the second category. When Stafford scored his sneaky game-winning TD (that I was watching through NFL Sunday Ticket), well, my heart grew three sizes in his favor that day.

3. The Miami Heat

Ugh. I know, I know. I feel as dirty writing it as you do reading it.

I'm not the biggest fan of them winning another NBA title. However, their photobomb game is impossible to argue with.


4. Matt Harvey

Oh Matt Harvey. Where to begin? For a few short months this summer, you gave Mets fans hope. Every fifth day was a must-see event on par with a holiday with wishes of "Happy Harvey Day!" littering my Twitter feed. And although it was brutally ripped away, it was all worth the pain (well for me at least, not sure if Matt would agree).

And while you won't be back on the mound until 2015, we'll always have the streets of New York.


5. There's always next year

The rallying cry for fans around the world, aside from the lucky few who get to leave it behind for at least one fleeting moment.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Jensine Falu-Montes scores touchdown for Webster Schroeder

On a Friday night in the fall, its not too hard to find a football player scoring his first career touchdown.

A football player scoring her first touchdown, on the other hand, is a little more rare.

But that's just what Jensine Falu-Montes did for Webster-Schroeder out in Section V.

That video's incredible for several reasons. First, it's great to see that team support her the way it does. Every one of those players was ecstatic to see their teammate score, something I unfortunately don't think you could say would happen on every team.

What I love most, though, is her father's pure, unbridled joy as she crosses the goal line. Hearing Falu-Montes' parents tell the story of how they basically dared their daughter to play football and listening to him howl after she scores is incredible.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Tampa Bay Rays pull off hidden ball trick against Los Angeles Dodgers

By Kyle Mennig

For the most part, yesterday was humming along as just another day at the office. I had just returned from Gravity Fest in Munnsville and was working with Sean down in New Haven on laying out our pages for Sunday's Dispatch.

As I often do, I had a baseball game on TV. Usually it's a Mets game, but with Terry Collins and company in Arizona playing later that evening I went with FOX's game of the week between the Los Angeles Dodgers and the Tampa Bay Rays.

To be fully honest, I wasn't paying much attention to the game. That is, until the fourth inning. I kind of noticed there was some confusion about a play involving Juan Uribe. Still only half-listening, I quickly snapped to full attention when I heard those three magic words: hidden ball trick.

Oh the hidden ball trick (or as Gob Bluth would prefer, illusion). Baseball fans often talk about the rarity of hitting for the cycle or pitching a perfect game, but there may be nothing as rare as the hidden ball trick. It does for baseball fans what a good set of twins does for Dwight Schrute.

Isn't it magnificent?! Why do we love this play so much? It's incredibly rare and there's something about seeing professional athletes pull of Little League plays that's hard to beat.

But perhaps the best part of the play is Dodgers third base coach Tim Wallach. Perhaps he should have been more keen to his surroundings, but watching him catch Evan Longoria staring intently at Uribe's foot and moving in for a closer look himself is absolutely priceless.

Fortunately, this tale has a happy ending for Uribe and the boys in Dodger blue. L.A. won 5-0 and Uribe's teammates helped make sure he'll never fall victim to the hidden ball trick again.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Defending the mess... er, Mets' celebration

By Kyle Mennig 
Sunday afternoon Kirk Nieuwenhuis gave many a Mets fans (and their fathers - mine included) a fantastic Fathers Day, blasting a three-run home run to give the boys from Queens a come-from-behind 4-3 victory over the Chicago Cubs.

As many baseball fans already know, you might as well change Citi Field's name to Mudville, because there has been little to no joy to be found this season (or many others this century). The Mets "improved" to 21-39 with the victory, prompting this little gem from Bob Costas.

Sure, the celebration was a little over-the-top (are they spanking him?). But the decline of Western civilization? Reign it in a little Costas. Matthew Callan's piece over at Amazin' Avenue does a great job summing up why Costas' outrage is so ridiculous and considers that it's likely a result of Costas' career in decline that led to his little joke.

But there's a little more. For the Mets, a four-run game qualifies as an offensive explosion, much less a four-run inning. For me, the celebration is an exhale, coming with it the thought that maybe it will get better even though I know it most likely won't. But why not bask in that moment of hope that has been all too brief this year?

Also, take a look at MLB's walk-off page. Nearly every thumbnail on the page features a team mobbing players at home plate, celebrating the most exciting way to win a game. The Cardinals, the Marlins, the Indians, the Braves all celebrate in similar fashion so why should the Mets be any different Costas. Why should New York's "other" team have to solemnly walk off the field to ponder their fate as potential cellar-dwellers?

The remark was a little different than his other holier-than-thou moments in recent years (gun control, end zone celebrations) in that it was more of an off-hand quip than a planned soap-box session. Still, taking morality lessons from a guy who uttered the following line is a little hard for me to stomach.

You're Excited? Feel These Nipples!

Bob, you want to talk about the decline of Western civilization? Let's start with that little gem and move forward from there.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

March Madness as fun as ever

Is it just me or has this year's NCAA men's basketball tournament been really enjoyable?

I mean, of course it's usually a lot of fun, but it seems like there's something more this year.
Part of it for me is that this year a dream of mine was finally realized.

I knew having every board game in the history of mankind would pay off one day.
Seriously, that is a thing of beauty that should bring tears to your eyes. Four screens, four games, not having to miss a minute of action. Throw in the fact that I had nearly the entire day off Thursday and, well, there's still a pretty sizable dent in my couch. But my remote seemed appreciative for the break.

Day One offered a solid start to the madness. Southern was an early darling but came up short in it's upset bid against Gonzaga. Marquette also avoided an upset at the hands of Davidson with a late rally aided by a heartbreaking Wildcats turnover in the closing seconds. St. Mary's also rallied in an attempt to upset but missed a last-second 3-pointer that would have beat Memphis. An easy Syracuse win and the day's big story, Harvard's upset win over New Mexico, were the late highlights.

I spent much of the day Friday away from my four-screen heaven and at the office, so I missed most of the early action. Fortunately I was home in time to witness the upset of the year, seeing Syracuse fans' new second-favorite team Florida Gulf Coast University beat Georgetown.

GIF from SB Nation

In only its second year of eligibility for the Big Dance the Eagles soared, using an array of high-flying dunks and some clutch free throw shooting to knock off No. 2 seed Georgetown.

Seeing the Hoyas knocked out early is becoming a tradition on par with the Masters. In John Thompson III's 10 years at the helm Georgetown has been knocked out by double-digit seed five spots below it in five of them. He joined Bob Knight and Jim Boeheim as the only coaches with that dubious distinction, although it took those two 30-plus years to do it.

Not that I think Thompson's entirely to blame. Actually, it's bad timing on his part. He took over during a different era from Knight and Boeheim, a time when parity reigns. We've all heard commentators bemoaning the loss of the four-year player and how it hurts the game.

They may be right from November to February but March is a different story.

Just ask Florida Gulf Coast and its new fans in the Salt City.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Saying so long to the Big East is difficult

As I'm sure you may have heard by now, the Big East as we know it is no longer. Sure, there will still be a Big East, but it feels like the days of the conference's dominance closed with the doors of Madison Square Garden Saturday night.

Seeing those memories end is especially hard for me personally growing up a Syracuse fan. One of my earliest memories is watching Ryan Blackwell sink St. John's in the semis in 1998.

 I don't remember anything else about that team or that season but watching Ryan Blackwell's shot in the corner and seeing those guys pile up after the win will always be with me.

That would be the first of so many more memories. I remember skipping an afternoon class when a fortunate class cancellation in 2006 allowed me to watch an on-the-wrong-side-of-the-bubble Orange squad led by an "overrated" senior play Cincinnati. I remember whipping my bright orange hat at my 9-inch TV after a stupid foul in the closing seconds. And I remember yelping louder than Bill Raftery when Gerry McNamara's running 3-pointer fell and a group of guys running out into the hall and celebrating.

Of course, that was just the start. I remember him doing it again against Connecticut, feeding Eric Devendorf for the game-winner against Georgetown and I remember the Orange beating Pittsburgh and McNamara donning the "Overrated?!!" shirt after his triumph. Fittingly, ESPN's theme for the tourney was "Remember the Name," which will always be referred to as "Gerry McNamara's Music" in my neck of the woods.

That was the most memorable tournament but the Syracuse-UConn matchup three years later was my most memorable game. Eric Devendorf (why do so many of my Big East memories revolve around Devo?) appeared to cap a regulation thriller with a miraculous 3-pointer, jumped on the scorers table and ultimately had his shot waved off. Nearly one full game, several missed UConn buzzer-beaters, what felt like at least 20 Paul Harris missed layups and a memorable appearance by walk-on Justin Thomas later the Orange had a victory in the wee hours of the morning. 


I'll remember the shock I felt when I found out my parents were still awake when it ended, as well as making it in to work by 7:00 the next morning. Perhaps what I'll remember most is discussing the game with complete strangers at the gas station. I'm not the easiest person to get along with at 6:30 a.m. with a full night's sleep so it's usually pretty bad when I don't get half a night's sleep. But this morning was different and I wasn't alone.

Certainly, there were other memorable teams, games and names over the years, Kemba Walker and Kevin Pittsnogle being two of my favorites (names, of course).

The biggest constant throughout the years was at the end of every Syracuse run my dad would say "one year, I'd love to make it down for the Big East tournament." Every year he said it and every year I thought I'd be there with him. Not anymore.

Sure, there will probably be some magical moments for Syracuse in the ACC tournament but will Dad say someday I hope to get down to Greensboro for this tournament? Will I want to go with him? Will we find someplace to eat that isn't Denny's?

For now nobody knows, but I'm sure it will never have the same mystique as MSG on a mid-March Saturday night.