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Schilling Back To Boston
Curt Schilling was sent back to Boston to get an MRI on his right shoulder. This is a concern for the Red Sox. If he has to go on the disabled list that would give the Yankees a chance to catch up. They are already red hot! Curt is a key part to their rotation, which includes Daisuke Matsuzaka, Curt Schilling, Tim Wakefield, Josh Beckett, and Julian Taverez. Terry Francona, their manager, said that the ball was not releasing right. He said it came out of his hand the wrong way every time. Hopefully he is not hurt too bad and he will be pitching again soon. Once he returns to his old self the Red Sox should be great again.
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Note to the Bulls: Just don't do it
 Well, Kobe trade rumors are flying around again today, with prognosticators saying he could most likely end up with the Bulls. While this would no doubt be a boon to the commercial profitability of the Bulls and to new Kobe jersey sales, the Bulls shouldn’t do it.
Why?
We all know what the Bulls would have to give up to get him - Ben Gordon and Luol Deng. While Gordon has been quietly - and sometimes not-so-quietly - considered very tradable (he’s undersized and overhyped), Luol Deng, by contrast, is the future of the Bulls – even more so than Kobe could ever be, even more so than Elton Brand ever might have been.
Am I saying that Deng's upside is better than Kobe’s? Within the context of this team, you bet. This is an unselfish group that plays more like the Spurs than the Cavs, and to introduce a far-more-selfish-than-LeBron-has-ever-been player like Kobe will upset the apple cart. Not to mention that we all just saw how Spurs-style team ball easily trumped Cavs-style LeBron ball in the Finals.
Deng is unflappable, unselfish and a future all-star. He was fantastic against the Heat in the playoffs and showed plenty of spirit against the Pistons. This Bulls team, as it stands, is very close to being the best in the East. With another year of experience, they are poised to be better than the Pistons and the Cavaliers. Note to John Paxson: if you decide to dramatically alter this current chemistry, you had better be right. The Bulls are already an exciting, dynamic, crowd-drawing, playoff-calibre team. If you mess with that just to get a superstar name on the roster, you had better be right that it will produce a winner.
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The verbal volley.
 Greetings, racket-swishers, and welcome to my Wimbledon blog. Over the next fortnight I'll be dipping a probing strawberry into the cream of the action on the lush lawns, bringing you a sideways look at events in SW19.
I've loved Wimbledon ever since I was a nipper. One of my earliest memories of the championships is seeing headbanded teenager Michael Chang hurling himself across the turf and pulling off all sort of spell-binding trick shots in the early 90s. I was eaten up with jealousy.
I had an eye for a ball from an early age but always veered towards squash. I'm still remembered by some for my performances in the Hampshire junior leagues (hi Mum!). Nevertheless, I'm still an avid follower of the most glamorous racket sport and cannot wait for Sue Barker's chuckling orange face to appear on my telly to introduce the Beeb's live coverage.
The draw has done poor old Timbo no favours this year. He's up against former French Open winner Carlos Moya. The Spaniard will prove a quick vaccine to the national outbreak of the disease known as Henmania this year, I fear. At least it will spare us from this sort of thing, I suppose.
As for Andy Murray, at the time of writing his participation is still in the balance. He's putting his wrist through some vigorous training, but didn't we all at that age?
I'll be back on Monday night to offer some pithy (possibly), jocular (debatable) and hastily cobbled-together (almost certainly) thoughts on the opening day's action.
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Henmaniacs left in the dark
 For once the Henmaniacs had a point. There they all were having heart attacks in the Centre Court gloom as Our Tim wasted four match points in his first-round epic against Carlos Moya.
Then, as the clock ticked to 9.18pm and with the score at 5-5 in the final set, on marched the referee to call a halt after a quick consultation with the players.
A burst of polite Wimbledon booing followed (imagine what it would have been like in similar circumstances at a big football match) as Tim and Carlos scurried to the locker room.
And so the curtain came down on this unfinished drama in a manner that left everyone frustrated, if not cheated. It's the equivalent of a football ref blowing for time with the scores at 3-3 and two minutes to go.
The 'Come On Tim' brigade shouldn't have been treated in this way. After all, they've had to endure more than their fair share of heartaches over the years.
But by coming from a break down in the final set, at least Henman proved that there's life in the old dog yet.
The most eye-catching moment of day one came when Roger Federer emerged on Centre Court in his five-piece, tailor-made outfit complete with long trousers and sweater vest, all in white with gold trim.
He looked like a cross between Fred Perry and an extra in The Great Gatsby but, as usual, cut a dash that captivated the crowd. The guy's got style to burn.
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