…Aaaaaand we’re back. Sorry for the hiatus. A few weeks ago I shared what I look for when choosing a favorite player (review the checklist here). Obviously, the selection process required more thought than I originally planned. Without further ado, my favorite player from each of the four major sports.
(Real quick. Here’s my explanation for the recent lack of content… Apparently being unemployed creates a bizarre paradox. While I have a significant amount of time, my brain struggles to focus on anything other than finding a job. Thus, I have been unable to access the creative/writing side of my brain for the past ten days. Therefore, I forced myself to stay awake into the early morning hours to see if creative thought would ensue from fatigue. Mission accomplished. Now onto my favorite athletesâŚ)
As you will soon learn, Philadelphia athletes were excluded from this list because theyâre obviously (for better or worse) my favorite athletes. Very few of them meet the criteria anyway (at least right now). Therefore, with the exception of Willie Green, theyâve been left out. Just Kidding ⌠Wait, thatâs confusing. Just kidding about Willie Green being included. Not kidding – Philly athletes were left out.
Baseball
Derek Jeter fulfills all the necessary requirements. However, I canât pick a Yankee, even if he is, âThe Captain.â Therefore, Albert Pujols is currently my player of choice. Like Jeter, Pujols rates extremely high in all categories on my checklist. Obviously, Jeter has more championships, but Pujols just turned 30, so thereâs plenty of time for him to claim a couple more. Some may argue his âITâ level isnât up to par with other baseball superstars. I think Brad Lidge would vehemently disagree.
Hereâs what I love about Pujols: He can hit for power AND average. I get frustrated that Ryan Howard has only managed to do this once (his MVP season of 2006). I know Howardâs power numbers are ridiculous, but I canât excuse his averages over the past three seasons (ok, his .279 in â09 is acceptable). Pujolsâ power numbers rival Howardâs and he hits at an average nearly 50-100 points higher. All while batting in a lineup significantly less potent than the Philliesâ stable of mashers. Again, I understand Howardâs power numbers are fantastic, but name two other players in the Cardinalsâ batting order. You canât, and Pujols still rakes in the RBI.
It gets better… Pujols doesnât strike out. It would take over three full seasons for Pujols to strike out as many times as Howard does in one, yes one, season. Need further statistical evidence of his greatness? Pujols ranked in the top five in on base percentage (OBP) every year from 2003-2009 except one (8th in 2004), and was in the top five every year during that span in slugging percentage (SLG) and OPS (OBP and SLG combined). Heâs an offensive machine that often gets overlooked for postseason awards because heâs unbelievably consistent. To top it all off, Pujols is an amazing talent at first base who baseball junkies say loses out on gold gloves because he lunges for, and sometimes boots balls that other first basement canât make a play on. Do I wish he could steal 50 bases? Sure. Other than that, thereâs not much else to ask for.
Football
What makes the NFL great is that a single player canât carry a team to a championship. A quarterback canât run an offense if heâs under heavy pressure. Wide Receivers can be double covered. Eight men in the box will slow down a stellar running back (LaDanian Tomlinsonâs playoff career). An offense can easily avoid a defensive superstar if the unit surrounding him is average (Darrelle Revis vs. Colts in AFC Championship). In football, itâs hard for a single player to even influence every game unless itâs the quarterback. With that said, Tom Brady is my favorite NFL player that satisfies all five requirements. I donât always root for him or his team, but I love everything about how he approaches the game.
His championships speak for themselves as do his multiple Super Bowl MVP awards. Bradyâs clutch. If I had to select any quarterback for a 4th quarter drive to tie or win a game, Iâm picking Brady. No question about it. You may argue for Ben Roethlisberger but I canât put the game in his hands over Brady. (In fact, I wouldnât put anything near Roethlisbergerâs hands. Heâs apparently too touchy-feely.) Peyton Manning was elevated to âclutch driverâ status for two weeks following his dismantling of the Jets. Unfortunately, his horrendous 4th quarter in last monthâs Super Bowl got him demoted. Now heâs beating Roethlisberger away with a pylon down on tier two. I digress.
Despite his ability to rise to the occasion, itâs Bradyâs demeanor and style that I enjoy most. Only he and Manning will get into a receivers face over a dropped pass or blown route. I love this. Accountability among teammates is the most important foundation for championships. Brady demands perfection of himself and his teammates.
(*It was hard for me to go with Brady here. Brady went soft in 2009 â letting Moss pout all over the field while Welker killed himself week in and week out. Heâs also never been the same since his knee injury. I was prepared to switch my allegiance to Manning but again, he Bill Bucknered the Super Bowl.)
Hockey
Alex Ovechkin is everything I hoped Eric Lindros would become. What Lindros often lacked (heart, grit); Ovechkin brings on a nightly basis. He also leads the NHL in points and goals. Ovechkin is an offensive force. Even better, he ranks first in plus/minus. Not only is he producing during his time on the ice, but heâs keeping his opponents off the board as well. When youâre getting that kind of production from one of the leagueâs premier players on both ends of the ice, you must be thrilled as a coach.
Qualification number one (too fly to try) doesnât really apply to hockey players. When nine other skaters are flying around you at warp speed, itâs hard to be lazy without getting benched. However, anyone whoâs watched Ovechkin knows his energy level and intensity is unmatched. He hits, defends, fights, and does whatever else is required to win. From everything Iâve read, his teammates love him too, and opposing fans despise him (always means youâre doing well).
Two concerns with Ovechkin. First, heâs young now, only 24, but will his body hold up for an extended career with his reckless style of play? I sure hope so. Everything I love about Alexander the Great is what I despise about Sidney Crosby. Cindy is always whining about something or antagonizing an opponent before scurrying back to his bench. Maybe my perception of Crosby is because Iâm a Flyers fan. Maybe not. Either way, Sid the Kid is a fantastic hockey player. Heâs also a gigantic pansy.
My second concern is Ovechkinâs response to the pressure of matching the successes of Crosby. Crosby now has a Stanley Cup and an Olympic Gold Medal. Crosby defeated Ovechkin in both tournaments en route to his titles. Will their rivalry push them both to greatness a la Bird and Magic, or will Crosbyâs early success do irreparable damage to Ovechkinâs confidence a la the Jordan â Drexler battles in the early â90s? If Ovechkin and the Capitals fail to advance further than the Penguins or worse, lose to them again, will Ovechkin succumb to the pressure? While heâs yet to carry his team deep into the playoffs or anywhere near a championship, I believe Ovechkin has the intangible âIT.â Time will tell.
Like or not, the NHL rests on the shoulders of Ovechkin and Crosby. They are the leagueâs most marketable stars and are the most attractive playoff matchup the NHL has had in years. That, in addition to matching Crosbyâs early success, is a lot of pressure for any 24 year old. Letâs hope he can handle it.
Basketball
Contrary to most NBA superstars, its Duncanâs skills and intelligence that set him apart from his peers, not his athletic ability. In fact, Duncanâs athleticism has all but abandoned him now. He labors up and down the court like my friend Brad after four hours of ball, dragging his knees behind him. Yet, he can STILL put up a 20 and 10 whenever he pleases. Thatâs right, whenever he pleases.
With Duncan, you wonât see gaudy numbers every night because he wonât force it, especially if his team doesnât need him to. The stats donât matter. His playing time doesnât matter. Winning matters. Take the night of February 18, 2010 for example. Duncan and the Spurs starters were getting ripped by the Houston Rockets. Spurs coach Gregg Popovich went to his bench in the second half. San Antonioâs bench cut into the deficit and kept the team close, cutting the lead to 3 with less than ten seconds to go. Following the game, Duncan was asked about his playing time and the extensive playing time given to the bench. Duncanâs response?
“Our second unit did a good job getting us back into the game. The guys out on the court were the guys making the run. You don’t penalize them and take them out when the score gets close.”
You see, Duncan understands winning. He knows itâs not about him or his touches. Winning is about a cohesive unit where no player is more important than the next. This is why Popovich rips into Duncan at practice like heâs a rookie from the D-League. Duncan has no ego. He sets a precedent for his teammates – No one is above the team and everyone is subject to tough love from the coach. Itâs no coincidence the Spurs have been one of the NBAâs elite teams over the past decade.
Watch Duncan play and youâll appreciate him more and more. Heâs a master of his craft. Annually, my brother and I see the Spurs when they visit Philadelphia. I spend most of my time watching Duncanâs every move and cursing the Sixers in-house announcer, Matt Cord. (Seriously, Matt, shut up.) Duncan boxes out with precision and his offensive moves are effective, even though mundane. He worked Samuel Dalembert over so many times that poor Sammy got himself a technical for screaming at the referee. Dalembert then went over to Duncan to say a few things. Duncanâs face didnât change. On the very next play, he raised his right hand toward his point guard, received the ball, and drew another foul on Dalembert. Sammy went off, got ejected, and Duncan stood there in silence with a blank stare. Just another day at the office.
Duncan has the accolades and titles to further prove what a great player he is. He teammates love and respect him as evidenced in the way he puts his massive hands on their heads to congratulate or encourage them. They donât shy away either, they embrace it. Heâs the alpha wolf looking after his pack.
Duncanâs time in the NBA is winding down. Iâm hoping he gives us another long playoff run before he hangs the shoes up for good. Regardless, the best power forward the NBAâs ever seen will be a tough act to replace on my favorite players list. After falling to the Spurs 90-87, in a game where Duncan struggled offensively but still grabbed 26 rebounds, Pacers guard, TJ Ford summed up Duncan in one sentence, âI donât know too many guys in this league that can go 4-for-23 and still help his team win.â Neither do I TJ. Neither do I.

Welcome back, I missed not getting my early morning laughs over a cup of coffee. I really liked your argument for Duncan. There are far too few athletes of character in professional sports.