Okay, preseason is almost over. It's time to vote for the silliest high school stories in 2008.
You know, the one where the freshman Gold pitcher with the 60-plus mph vicious rise ball sits while the rec-ball senior with the 52 mph meatball starts. Every year, I think I've seen it all . . . then wow, I've never ceased to be amazed.
Let's call some of these "coaches" out by name and hold some folks accountable. This ain't travel ball; this is their job. Wondering if the athletic directors and school boards even know that boards like this one exist and what we think about most of their darling "coaches."