Congratulations to the Anaheim Angels on their World Series championship. In spite of their odious rally monkey, the annoying South Korean noise makers, and the fact that they had two guys named Benji on the squad, they were the more deserving team. If the "family friendly" Giants had won we might have seen an expansion of the recent disgusting trend in professional sports of athletes involving their children in every aspect of their world.
When the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup last year Luc Robitaille insisted on dragging his kid into the team picture immediately after the last game. These guys had played eighty plus regular season games together and then had to win four grueling playoff series to claim the magical Cup. The team had won it. Not the player's families.
Whether it's an attempt to soothe guilty consciences for the amount of time they are away from their families or whether it's an honest heart felt desire to include their families in their moment of triumph it just ain't right. Players belong on the field. The kids, wife, and girlfriends belong in the stands.
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