<?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-5538654</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:20:37.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>                      Random Sports Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Trust Me, I'm Right

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-112975171495774673</id><published>2005-10-19T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:55:14.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't get to edit it this because of work but I wanted to get it up to be timely so just enjoy it in all its messy goodness.------------------------------------------One year ago today Curt Schilling took the mound in Yankee Stadium with sutures in his ankle. There would have been enough drama involved if all he was pitching against was 86 years of pain and futility to a team and fan base that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/112975171495774673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/112975171495774673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112975171495774673' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-110784508457220109</id><published>2005-02-08T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:44:44.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Their was once a time when Boston was known as Loserville. Not exactly an easy thought to hold here in Championship City these days, but it was true only five years ago. Before Adam Vinatieri kicked the Superbowl winning field goal as time expired in New Orleans against the "Greatest Show on Turf" (and a 14 point spread), Boston was a source of great disappointment and letdown for fifteen years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/110784508457220109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/110784508457220109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110784508457220109' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109894781190003799</id><published>2004-10-28T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T03:16:51.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October 27th, 2004The impossible, the improbable, the unbelievable - they all came true.My God.It really happened.Thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109894781190003799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109894781190003799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109894781190003799' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109889365169018599</id><published>2004-10-27T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:14:11.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can honestly say that I am at such a loss for words to describe what is taking place right now.I am so caught off guard about what might take place very soon.I always figured I would know how to feel, or what to expect.  But the truth is I am so bewildered that I actually appear calm.  Almost like these games are being played in April.I always hoped this day might come, but I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109889365169018599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109889365169018599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889365169018599' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109856862040685674</id><published>2004-10-23T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:57:00.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forget the 3-0 deficit, forget the incredible extra inning games in 4 and 5, or Schilling's Lazarus-like performance in 6, even Johnny Damon's grand slam in the 7th, by the end of the series one very simple but very incredible fact was true: the Boston Red Sox had beaten the New York Yankees.There it was. It was over and the Boston Red Sox had beaten the New York Yankees.One year after a lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109856862040685674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109856862040685674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109856862040685674' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-109839648865331918</id><published>2004-10-21T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:08:08.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might have a new entry in me.Haha.Just the most incredible thing I've ever seen in sports in my lifetime.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109839648865331918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/109839648865331918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109839648865331918' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108675124340563774</id><published>2004-06-08T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:20:43.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just A QuickieWatching Dave Andreychuk win his first hockey championship EVER (yes, ever, as in not just the 22 years he spent in the NHL, but the 35 total years of his life he spent playing hockey) last night was the type of payoff sports fans live for, or at least I live for.  What a wonderful moment to watch.  He was even humble after being awarded Lord Stanley's Cup, trying to pass it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108675124340563774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108675124340563774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108675124340563774' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108561092987267693</id><published>2004-05-26T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:36:34.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Sports Town In AmericaLast night's Red Sox game had one of those moments where I am completely awed and proud of where my allegiances lie.  In the 8th inning of a 12-2 Sox blowout, 28-year-old Andy Dominique came to bat for his first major league at bat.  They put that up on the scoreboard and 30,000 plus fans stood on their feet and started chanting Andy.  I felt nervous for him, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108561092987267693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108561092987267693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561092987267693' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108517903782494987</id><published>2004-05-21T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:47:13.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoooooooooooooooooThere has been a very stupid discussion going on today among the sports media.Should Texas fans boo Alex Rodriguez tonight?Have I missed something?  Did I make up this past offseason?  Did the entire sports media take a vacation from November to March?Of course they should.  They should boo Alex Rodriguez until he cries.  I don't care if it takes 10 years, they should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108517903782494987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108517903782494987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108517903782494987' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108493615385951470</id><published>2004-05-18T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:09:13.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PerfectionRandy Johnson just pitched the 17th perfect game in MLB history.  Even more remarkable is that he was the oldest pitcher ever to do so at age 40.  Here's a Hall of Fame pitcher, maybe the best left-handed pitcher of all time, who was left for dead last year after a subpar season in which he had knee surgery.This is why you never count out great athletes.  They operate at a different</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108493615385951470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108493615385951470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108493615385951470' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108486178783040814</id><published>2004-05-18T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T02:29:47.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Longest Season of The Longest JourneyWe're only six weeks into a six month long season and it already feels like the 2004 season has been going on for about five years.Actually, it has only been about two and a half.Let's understand something right now.  The 2003 season never ended; the 2004 season never began.  Instead they merged into one long existence in which the Red Sox and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108486178783040814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108486178783040814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108486178783040814' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108457671790707409</id><published>2004-05-14T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T19:18:37.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Favorite Ever &amp; NowHanging above my bed is a home-white, game-worn Boston Bruins jersey.  It's an older jersey, the kind that every Bruins fan wishes the team still wore as they did for decades prior to moving into the FleetCenter. This jersey is special; this jersey played in the Boston Garden.  The spoked-B faces the wall, showing not the team but rather the name and number of the man who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108457671790707409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108457671790707409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108457671790707409' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108447094474739198</id><published>2004-05-13T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T13:55:44.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duh-Duh-Duh, Duh-Duh-DuhWhen I was a younger, summer vacations meant three to four hours a day watching SportsCenter when I woke up.Yes, three or four hours.  I would just leave ESPN on and let the same episode air over and over again.  By the third episode I could recite along with the anchors as they called highlights and I waited to see the best highlights from the previous night.I was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108447094474739198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108447094474739198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108447094474739198' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108390527197097553</id><published>2004-05-07T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:51:05.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um, Something About a Web and Deception..........I Don't KnowThere's nothing worse than making a prediction and not telling anyone about it before it comes true.  Unless of course you were going to tell that prediction to a bookie in the form of a wager, but I digress.My first thought when I heard about Major League Baseball's plan to put spider webs on the bases promoting the second Spider </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108390527197097553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108390527197097553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390527197097553' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108232687259584361</id><published>2004-04-18T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T18:25:18.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Has Our Captain Gone?So this is it.  Game 7 of a series that should be over.  So what the hell happened?  It's actually a matter of what didn't happen.  And what didn't happen was number 19, the captain Joe Thornton, never showed up.Through six games the Bruins best player has recorded the following stat line 0-0-0.  That's zero goals, zero assists, and added together to make zero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108232687259584361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108232687259584361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232687259584361' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-108139288914644581</id><published>2004-04-07T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:57:33.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What? What's this? An update?Over the last 2 months I have been very busy with the following things: school, a Steve Martin play, and going to the West Coast.  Oh, also at one point I was in the middle of an entry following the A-Rod trade and it was lost because my sister was in a car accident.  All of these things coupled with a disappointing lack of motivation to write here (I mean, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108139288914644581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/108139288914644581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139288914644581' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107612863668140843</id><published>2004-02-06T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T23:38:59.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice Try GuysThey didn’t do it.They didn’t pull it off.Miracle is good.  Pretty good.  Maybe even really good.  But honestly, that was almost a given considering that the very story is so amazing.  Good doesn’t get it done though.  Good just isn’t enough.  Seabiscuit was good.  This is bigger than a horse; this is bigger than a movie.  It just might have been too big to try.Miracle does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107612863668140843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107612863668140843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612863668140843' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107604163500853792</id><published>2004-02-05T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:30:01.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BU's Greatest Sports AlumThe following is a column that I wrote for the Daily Free Press, since it wasn't chosen, I am going to post it here.  I don't really like it all that much, but my friend Seth maintains that it is a great column, so here it is.Please keep in mind, this was written for a Boston University paper and audience and was meant to run just after Martin Luther King Jr. Day.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107604163500853792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107604163500853792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604163500853792' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107570443929091361</id><published>2004-02-02T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T01:48:57.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They Didn't CoverWHO CARES!!!!!WAAAHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107570443929091361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107570443929091361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570443929091361' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107545136932092694</id><published>2004-01-30T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T03:31:04.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mean, 14 in a Row.  IN A ROWI wrote this last night.  Enjoy.  And if you take my advice and bet, send me money when you win.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you are betting on the Superbowl, let me tell you 4 reasons why you should bet on the Pats. 1) The Patriots don't just win, they almost ALWAYS COVER! A-L-W-A-Y-S. Do you realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107545136932092694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107545136932092694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107545136932092694' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107536267259375031</id><published>2004-01-29T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T10:31:29.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update ComingI have an 1800 word column that will be posted by midnight tomorrow on why you should bet the Pats, even laying the points.Be prepared.Update:Sometimes blogger publishes a post that you didn't want published.  So if my long "Bet on the Pats" post is showing, disregard any errors or sloppiness because it isn't edited yet and I wrote it from 1am to 3 am in an almost stream of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107536267259375031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107536267259375031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107536267259375031' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107497794723991886</id><published>2004-01-24T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T16:00:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Interview Was a Mistake I MadeI recently sat down for an interview with Pete Rose following his admission to betting on baseball 14 years ago.  Pete showed up to the interview with his hair freshly dyed “pumpkin,” wearing a yellow pinstriped suit.  He sat straddling the chair like a man riding a horse.The following is a transcript of what took place.M: Hi Pete, thanks for agreeing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107497794723991886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107497794723991886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497794723991886' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107448093949417500</id><published>2004-01-18T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:57:03.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SUPERBOUND!Just got in from the AFC CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!After I collect my thoughts I'll write an entry about it.  But just know/remember this:No one ever sat down during the game.  No one, ever.  We stood from warmups until we walked out screaming and cheering our title and trip to the Superbowl.Unbelievable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107448093949417500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107448093949417500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448093949417500' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107349725410694449</id><published>2004-01-07T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:42:07.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He's.........Alive?What is the only thing I feel I NEED to do before my trip to New York City tomorrow?Buy a Red Sox hat.You are damn right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107349725410694449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107349725410694449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349725410694449' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5538654.post-107176517866599560</id><published>2003-12-18T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:33:51.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bud, Please Do Something Right For OnceI can't believe that the greatest story in offseason history is going on during my final exams.  I just don't have time to address this in depth, but I will say that I think that worst case scenario will be Bud Selig will stepping in and approving the deal and that this will become the biggest thing in owner-union relationships since Curt Flood.Bud will/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107176517866599560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5538654/posts/default/107176517866599560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelpwalsh.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176517866599560' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07263911060979807054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15674258611049939920'/></author></entry></feed>