Top 5 Father/Child Combos in Sports History

(First allow me to begin with a shout out to fellow blogger Donny Woods for the Father's Day edition Top 5 blog idea... see Donny's tasteful pop-culture style blog at firstsignsoftrouble.blogspot.com)

In honor of Father's Day, I would like to reflect back on our deep, rich sports history to find the Top 5 Father/Child pairings in professional sports.  First for some honorable mention...

The Alomar's

Father, Sandy, played 15 MLB seasons and amassed over 1,000 career hits.  Known mostly for his defense, Sandy, Sr. was an All-Star selection in 1970.  Sandy had two sons play in the Big Leagues as well, Roberto and Sandy, Jr.  Roberto Alomar also played 15 MLB seasons and was a career .300 hitter whose career accolades included 4 Silver Slugger awards, an astonishing 10 Gold Gloves, 12 All-Star selections, and 2 World Series rings.  Roberto will be inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame this year alongside Bert Blyleven.  His brother, Sandy, was selected to 6 All-Star games and was the 1990 AL Rookie of the Year.  He ended his 9 year MLB career in 2007 as a member of the New York Mets.

From left to right: Roberto, Sandy Sr. and Sandy Jr.

The Alou's


Father, Felipe, spent his 17-year MLB career as a member of six different teams, amassing 206 career home runs.  Although a 3-time All Star, Felipe is most recently known as a manager for the Montreal Expos and San Franscisco Giants.  He was the 1994 NL Manager of the Year as manager of the Expos. His son, Moises, ended his career as a member of the New York Mets in 2008, during which he was a lifetime .303 hitter with over 2,100 hits, 330 home runs, and 1,200 runs batted in.  Moises was a 6-time All Star, 2x Silver Slugger award winner, and a World Series champion in 1997 with the Florida Marlins.

The Boone's


Father, Bob, was a 4-time All Star, 6-time Gold Glove winner, and World Series champion in 1980 as a member of the Philadelphia Phillies.  He played his 19 MLB seasons as a member of the Phillies, Angels, and Royals and managed for 6 seasons, 3 with the Royals in the mid 90s and 3 with the Reds in the early 2000s.  Son, Bret, played for 5 MLB teams, including 2 stints with the Seattle Mariners.  Bret was a 3-time All Star, 4-time Gold Glove winner, and 2-time Silver Slugger.  Brother, Aaron, is most remembered for his walk-off, 2003 ALCS-clinching home run in the 11th inning off Boston Red Sox pitcher Tim Wakefield.  Aaron was an All Star selection in 2003 as well. (Grandfather, Ray, was also an MLB player from 1948-1960)

From left to right: Aaron, Ray, Bret, and Bob.

Now for the Top 5:

5.  The Griffeys


Ken Griffey, Sr. was a career .296 hitter in his 19 MLB seasons, many during his 2 stints with the Cincinnati Reds.  He hit 152 home runs and was selected to 3 All Star games, while winning 2 World Series rings.  Son, Ken Jr., is widely regarded as the player with the sweetest pure swing in baseball history.  Griffey, Jr. may have ended his career as the all-time leader in home runs had he not been worn down by injuries.  He finished with 630 home runs (6th all time), 2,781 hits, and 1,836 RBIs (15th all time).  "Junior" was a 13-time All Star, 10-time Gold Glove winner, 7-time Silver Slugger, 1997 AL MVP, 3-time Home Run Derby champ, and a member of the MLB All-Century team for the 1900s.  I guess you could say he was a pretty good ball player.

Junior and Senior

4. The Bonds'

Father, Bobby, played 14 MLB seasons, most with the San Francisco Giants.  He was the first player to hit 30 home runs and steal 30 bases in the same season twice.  He finished his career with 332 home runs and 461 stolen bases (47th all time).  He was a 3-time All Star and won 3 Gold Gloves throughout his career as well.  Like the Griffeys, the son was the much better player. Barry Lamar Bonds, albeit one of the more polarizing figures in baseball history, is arguably the greatest hitter of all time, despite steroid allegations.  Bonds is the all-time leader in home runs with 762, stole 514 bases (33rd all time), batted in 1,996 runs (4th all time), and collected 2,935 hits.  Barry was also a 14-time All Star, 8-time Gold Glove winner, 12-time Silver Slugger, and 7-time NL MVP.

3. The Ali's

Unlike the Griffey's and the Bonds', in the case of the Ali's the patriarch was the more famous.  Father, Muhammad Ali, formerly known as Cassius Clay, is often known as "The Greatest", was a professional boxer and 3-time heavyweight champion of the world.  Considered by most to be the greatest heavyweight boxer of all time, Ali also won a gold medal at the 1960 Olympics as a light heavyweight.  Daughter, Laila, was a IBA, WIBA, and IWBF champion during her career and finished an undefeated 24-0.  Despite criticism that she never fought top competition, she was still an undefeated champion.

2. The Manning's

Father, Archie, played 16 NFL seasons, 12 of which with the New Orleans Saints.  Archie threw for over 23,000 yards, was a 2-time Pro Bowler, and the 1978 NFC Offensive Player of the Year.  He played for the New Orleans Saints, who at the time were one of the worst teams in NFL history, and for whom he was often the lone bright spots.  Son, Peyton, is widely considered the best player in the NFL right now.  Having already won a Super Bowl and AFC MVP honors 4 times, Peyton has already been voted to 11 Pro Bowls and is the fastest to ever reach 50,000 passing yards.  He is well on his way to Canton, Ohio and the NFL Hall of Fame, but still has a ways left to go.  Brother Eli is the current quarterback for the New York Giants and has already won a Super Bowl himself.  He has also been voted to a Pro Bowl in 2008 and is a top quarterback in the league today.

Archie will always have a special place in my heart as a Saint.

1. The Hull's

Perhaps overshadowed by the others in the Top 5, and overlooked due to the sport they play, but Bobby and Brett Hull are the best Father/Child combo in sports history in my eyes.  The great Bobby Hull, one of the greatest hockey players of all-time, played 24 seasons in the NHL.  He was inducted into the NHL Hall of Fame in 1983, 3 years after he ended his career.  He won a Stanley Cup in 1961 as a member of the Chicago Blackhawks, and at the time of his retirement he was the 2nd leading goal-scorer of all-time and the 9th-leading point-scorer.  He now ranks 12th and 43rd in those categories, respectively.  In 1998 he was listed as the 8th best hockey player ever according to The Hockey News' Top 100, and the top left-winger ever.  His son, Brett, is currently 3rd all time in goals scored and 21st in points, surpassing his father in both categories.  He scored 70 goals in a season 3 times, which has only been done more often by "The Great One" Wayne Gretzky (4 times).  He won 2 Stanley Cups, one with Dallas in 1999 and once with Detroit in 2002.  Bobby and Brett may not be the first father/son combo that comes to mind, but boy were they the best.

Number 1.

Happy Father's Day to all.

-TA

Why Fred WIlpon May Soon Be The Most Hated Man in New York

(Allow me to begin with a special thank you to LeBron James, who, after his post-game comments following his team's Game 6 and series loss to Dallas, has affirmed the image I had of him, which I talked about in my last blog post, that he thinks he's better than everyone else.  Thanks for proving me right, buddy.)

At a time where many, including fans, think that things can't get any worse for the New York Mets franchise, it soon could.

As Fred Wilpon, the majority owner of the Mets, sat down with a reporter from the New Yorker late last month, it is hard to imagine what he could have been thinking.  He was asked about a few of the team's key players and answered those questions quite honestly.  Now what is wrong with an honest answer you may ask, but as an owner of a professional sports team, especially in New York, there is a lot wrong with it.

Wilpon and his Mets.  Courtesy of Jeffrey Toobin's article in The New Yorker, 5/30/11.

When the subject of David Wright came up, his elite starting third baseman often considered the face of the franchise, he said flat-out that he is a really good player and a great kid, but he is not a superstar.  Now, true as it may be, considering it takes years of stellar productivity and marketing to reach superstar status, I'm not sure how wise it is to knock the face of the franchise down a few pegs, if for nothing else than to keep things the same in the clubhouse, as he is widely considered the team's leader.  Honest, yes, but possibly very dubious.

The conversation soon geared toward starting right fielder Carlos Beltran.  Beltran signed a 7 year, $119 million contract with the Mets following a ridiculous performance in the 2004 playoffs as a new member of the Houston Astros.  In that postseason he tied Barry Bonds' record of 8 home runs, and seemed to be an emerging elite talent in the MLB.  His Met career since, although very good by normal standards, has been riddled by injuries and fallen a bit shy of the expectations that accompany such a high-profile contract.  That happens, what are you going to do?  Now everyone knows that Beltran hasn't been spectacular, albeit a very good player, for the Mets, it is all but common knowledge.  But for the owner to say that he dramatically overpaid for Beltran, and should never have based a contract off one postseason is a little unnecessary, especially in the midst of a resurgent season when he was considered done.  But that, like the comments about Wright, were not what could have ruined Fred Wilpon, aside from his financial woes after being involved with Bernie Madoff's Ponzi Scheme.

The thing Wilpon said, though, that really may have done him in was what he said when discussing his leadoff hitter and star shortstop, Jose Reyes.  So far in his MLB career, all of which has come in a Mets uniform, Reyes has been viewed as one of the most explosive players in the league, often atop the league leaders in triples and stolen bases, with blazing speed, but one who cannot seem to avoid the injury bug. However, Wilpon's comments have come during a season in which Reyes has not only been healthy, but has put himself in the early conversation for the National League MVP.  Thus far, Reyes has compiled a .346 average (good for 1st in the NL), 47 runs (tied for 3rd in the NL, one behind the leader), 11 triples (not only 1st in all of baseball, but nearly double the next spot of 6), and 33 multi-hit games (which also leads the majors).  Now, what did Wilpon say?  He told the magazine that Jose Reyes thinks he's going to get Carl Crawford-like money (Crawford signed a 7-yr $142 million contract with the Boston Red Sox in the offseason), and with all the injuries he's had, he's just not going to get it.

Reyes, who has been rumored to be on the trade block, in an attempt to get something for him as the Mets may not be able to afford his salary in a new contract, will undoubtedly attract many suitors.  But, what I cannot understand is why Fred Wilpon would downplay Reyes' abilities and value at a time where he may be shopping the newly-turned 28 year-old.  And more importantly, if they cannot trade him at the right price, would Reyes even want to stay in New York anymore for such an owner, even though he has repeatedly stated that he wants to remain in the Big Apple?  Why would you risk upsetting your star shortstop at a time when he is emerging as the team's best player?

Let's say Reyes does leave, either by trade or by choice in free agency.  How will the Mets even begin to try to replace him atop the batting order, or defensively? I'm not sure prospect Wilmer Flores or young middle infielder Ruben Tejada can even begin to fill his shoes.  And if he leaves and continues his successes elsewhere, Mets fans, myself included, may never be able to forgive Fred Wilpon.  In a city where the Mets always have been, and more than likely always will be, second fiddle to the Yankees, Fred Wilpon could soon be the most hated man in New York, surpassing the likes of John Rocker and, well, anyone in a Boston uniform.  Whether he was trying to be the new polarizing owner in New York baseball, following the late, great George Steinbrenner, or not, his comments may soon prove costly, with potentially grave consequences.

If there's a will there's a way, and the Mets need to keep Jose Reyes.  If not for his productivity alone, then for the fanfare, the ticket sales, and what he means to this team inside the clubhouse.  If he keeps up this level of play this year, then yes, Fred Wilpon, you're right, Reyes won't get Carl Crawford money, he'll get more.

-TA

Guest Blog: Hidden Talent Locked Away

Guest Blog by Michael Krewina


“I want to play a game. For years now you have lived vicariously through the talent you have been blessed with. You have broken laws, betrayed the ones closest to you, and carelessly put the lives of yourself and others in danger because you felt you could not be stopped. You are a superstar athlete, one who lives above the rest, but not anymore. Today, we change that.”  This would best describe the fate of recently released Plaxico Burress had his life resembled one of the classic “Saw” movies, in which, for those of you unfamiliar, a serial killer known as Jigsaw kidnaps people who are wasting their lives and squandering their opportunities to pit them in a life or death scenario in hopes of changing their outlook on the lives they live. Plaxico had it all. He was a God-gifted athlete, a hero in New York and the recipient of a Super Bowl Championship ring in which he caught the winning touchdown. 


How then, did he take his life for granted? Like many other professional athletes, it was off the field. He thought he could live above the law and at the expense of his thigh, he realized he could not. Plaxico was released this past week after serving a 22 month sentence on gun possession and upon exit, vowed he was ready to resume and revitalize his career as a professional football player. Now many people will frown on this and think that in his mid-30’s, after being away from the sport for two years, a comeback would be impossible. But I implore you my friends, look deeper than the surface. There is a very good chance Plaxico can return to his Pro-Bowl self, but don’t believe me just yet, let me tell you why.
In professional sports, there are two kinds of athletes: The ones who are supremely talented and used their pure talent to get to the highest level, and the less talented, hardest working athletes you will ever meet in your life. Rarely you find a highly gifted hard working athlete (now this is not saying these athletes do not work hard, as it does take a great deal of hard work for ANYONE to get to that level, I am merely saying that they do not work to their fullest potential because in all honestly, they never needed to.). What does this have to do with Plaxico you might ask? He was a purely gifted athlete who always made it on talent more than hard work, but talent at this point in his life will not lead him to the Promised Land anymore. There are certain criteria he needs to meet to create a Michael Vick-like comeback:

1. He needs to be a changed man coming out of prison, and early indications tell me that he is.
2. He needs to be devoted to making a comeback, which he has been vowing since the day he went into prison.
3. He needs to erase the part of himself that could do no wrong prior to the incarceration, which if he can do that half as well as Vick, he will be alright. 


Now let’s put this intervention into some light; what went into prison was a phenomenal wide receiver that was immensely talented and knew it. He thought he made it, and no matter his actions, no one could ever knock him off his throne. He never worked to his full potential because of his success, and eventually his downfall was the product of a botched, cocky attitude.


Now the man coming out of prison very possibly, is the same figure who is immensely talented that can succeed in the NFL. But subtract the attitude and replace it with a feeling of redemption. This feeling of redemption, with the promise of a return to the NFL has the potential to bring a less talented persons work ethic to an immensely talented person who has never had one before. The result? Plaxico finally working to uncover his true potential, which even with half his 30’s in the rear view mirror, still is enough to be a great wide receiver at least for the next handful of years..
I expect big things from Plax, and I hope the people who don’t can handle being wrong. As the famous serial killer Jigsaw would say, “Play your heart out or shrink into the shadows forever, the choice is yours.” 
…….Or something like that….. you get the point.

Why Dirk Nowitzki is the Anti-LeBron

(Note to Readers: Sorry for the delay I know you've all been waiting with baited breath for a new post during my month hiatus adjusting back to life at the Jersey shore (notice the uncapitalized 'S' in shore)... Joke. But either way again I appreciate all of you guys who take a minute to read whatever nonsense I'm weighing in on.  Which leads me to my next point, if any of you are interested in writing a guest blog or even becoming a regular contributor don't hesitate to let me know.  Send me a message on Facebook: Teddy Accardi, and send me the post and let me know what the deal is. I'll give you due credit on here and promote your article on my Facebook and Twitter pages.  Just try to keep it PG-13 as we here (and by "we" I really mean "I") here at Sports With a Spin like to stay relatively fan-friendly. Thanks haha)

...As tonight marks Game 5 of the NBA Finals, which I'm sure many of you probably may know due to the insane amount of coverage the Finals have gotten this year.  I can't turn on ESPN Radio on my way to work or flip on ESPN without some sort of analysis of LeBron James' performance, whether good or bad, or something of the sort.  And let me preface my article by letting you know that I do not particularly like the Heat, or LeBron James for the matter.  I find LeBron passive aggressive and his remarks rub me the wrong way.  I think he secretly thinks he's the best who's ever laced up a pair of Nikes and stepped onto the court.  And although I give him credit for never explicitly coming out and saying it, since many athletes today can't keep their mouths shut, that is neither here nor there.  Just wanted to put that out there so my column has an element of transparency, which I like to have.

Now, I can say that I do partially blame ESPN for their part in why I don't like Miami, from airing "The Decision", which don't give me the whole spiel that it was for a good cause and all because that is the cop out and the only they could get away with giving one athlete so much airtime and attention, to that "Heat Index" poppycock (yes, I just used poppycock in a sentence) they put online to follow the Heat's progress, as if they were God's gift to professional basketball.  Although I do like Dwyane Wade, I think he plays his heart out on every play, and if he hadn't already won a title, I would be partially pulling for him too.  But now that I got my little rant out of the way, back to the topic at hand.

Dirk Nowitzki, for all intents and purposes, is what LeBron could have been had he stayed in Cleveland.  Now I can imagine anyone in Cleveland who could possibly read this getting a chill up their spine because they have to relive this whole saga again, but other than a friend at school from originally from Cleveland, I can't imagine anyone from Cleveland actually getting to read this.  Anywho, the obvious similarity between the LeBron in Cleveland and the current Dirk is that they have both been to the finals once before, as the star player and face of the franchise, and lost. Now here they both are again, Dirk STILL in Dallas blue and LeBron this time in Heat red (did I mention Dirk is still in Dallas?).

Now, until Game 4, what I was all ready to praise James for was his defense.  He all but made Jason Terry disappear in Games 1 and 3 especially, and he was supposed to be Dallas' X-factor coming off the bench.  We all knew LeBron could score and his athleticism and body type, at 6'8" 250 lbs and 4% body fat, is something I'm not sure we've ever seen in the NBA and may never be paralleled ever again.  Let's face it, he's a genetic freak, and yes, I'm sure he's put in his fair share of hard work to get where he is, sure.  But I'm not too sure anyone, even those who followed LeBron the closest really knew how good his defense was until this year's Eastern Conference Finals against Chicago or, at the latest, the beginning of these NBA Finals.  It appears as though he can shut down any team's best player at will, something I'm not even sure the great Michael Jordan could do (and don't let that give you the inclination that I think LeBron is better than MJ, because I think at this point in his career I think it is dubious to even put James at the same level as Jordan, no matter how good his game may be in all facets right now).

The reason I say that I was ready to praise LeBron before Game 4 is because aside from the stat sheet saying he had 8 pts, 9 rbs and 7 assists, I'm not convinced he was even on the court.  In a normal game that LeBron plays, you know where he is on every play, and some people may even be watching him away from the ball, but in Game 4, it was almost as if he stepped aside and let Dwayne Wade carry the team to victory, something he nearly did although I'm sure his back hurt after the game from carrying LeBron on his back for the 39 minutes he was on the floor.  But after his remarks in the Game 3's post-game interview, which for all of you unfamiliar with the comment went a little something like a CBS Sports reporter basically telling LeBron he shrinks in crunch-time and asking what is up with that, which led to James responding with a smart little comment (passive aggressively!!!) telling him to go back and watch him play both ends of the court and ask him a better question after Game 4, I was expecting him to put on a defensive showcase, especially at the end of the game, to send a message, and what we got was jack squat.  He didn't make a notable play on defense all game, as Wade was springing up to block shots I didn't know were possible for him to block given his 6'4" frame and basically showing LeBron up on both ends of the court, and Jason Terry came back to life.

But on the other hand, we have Dirk Nowitzki, the lovable German who didn't bolt his team to play with other stars and coast to a championship.  Dirk stayed in Dallas, trusted the organization (and I'm going to credit Mark Cuban because seeing him, the owner, shooting around with the team before a game in warm-up sweats and how passionate he is on the sidelines makes me all warm and fuzzy and gung-ho about the Mavs, just for his sake because I think he is great for the sport) and his teammates and stuck it out because he was confident in himself and the pieces around him, regardless of who they were, that they would eventually be able to piece it together and get to the promised land.  And you know what? They are two wins away from doing just that.  And side note: you didn't see MJ bolting the Bulls or demanding they sign others because he didn't want to have to do it himself.  Granted he had Pippen and Rodman, but they traded for Pippen before he was Scottie Pippen and they went out and got Rodman, Jordan didn't go align himself with other stars just to make it easier on himself.

Now Dirk himself is a type of player we have never seen before.  When before have we seen a seven-footer shoot as well as he can from all spots on the floor and take it to the rim with such ease and dexterity?  Hint: never.  I mean Larry Bird was only 6'9" and Rasheed Wallace couldn't post up or take it to the rim even half as well as Dirk.  And who's to say we'll ever see it again?  I mean Dirk is averaging 28 points per game in the playoffs this year and is the one with the ball in his hands every single time with the game on the line, a la the Game 2 win, the end of Game 3, and the basket to put them up 3 with 14 seconds left in Game 4.  Dirk is even proving to everyone that he as well is more than everyone originally thought, showing true grit and desire that not too many knew he had in him (the knock on Dirk has always been that he's soft).

But all in all, what we have is the guy who is trying to take the easy road to a championship, who is being overshadowed by a guy in Wade, who, surprisingly, looks like he wants it more than James does, while Dirk is stealing the show for Big D.  The result: 64% of those who voted in today's ESPN SportsNation Poll as of 4:30 PM ET on 6/9/11 (that including myself) want to see Nowitzki win his first championship over the 36% who would rather see LeBron James win his first title.  What is most personally gratifying for me though, is that Dirk, the guy who stayed loyal to his team, and his Mavs are all notched up at 2 games apiece, with the team heavily favored with "The Big 3", and have a chance tonight, at home, to put the "self-proclaimed 'King'", as Cleveland Cavaliers' owner Dan Gilbert vehemently called his former star player after he bolted Cleveland for Miami, in a position with his back against the wall to win the last two games at home in order to win his first title.  I know one thing for sure though, it will be very, very interesting.

Enjoy game 5 and the rest of the series, everyone, I'll be watching with my imaginary Dirk jersey on, that's for sure.  And don't forget the NHL Stanley Cup Finals! It's been a great series too between Boston and Vancouver as those of you who have been watching already know.  Turn it on and watch, it's great hockey! And as always, thanks for reading guys.

For those of you who sat and read through and were left disappointed by the lack of pretty pictures throughout.

**Special shout out to Mike Krewina, the first known "fan" of the blog.  Thanks for reading Mike, and all your kind words of encouragement, they mean a lot.