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Jason Varitek must have forgotten who was chugging toward the plate. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen such as a half-assed attempt at block and tag at home plate. How long before the Red Sox front office starts a whisper campaign against Captain Cambridge?
Giambi…if you didn’t get on base so damned much (.452 OBP), you wouldn’t have to run the bases. Your choice.
On the other hand, maybe Ryan Sweeney and Orlando Cabrera should just forget about getting on base at all.
Speaking of Giambi, great job going the other way twice last night. Bay was definitely caught off-guard, and while he’s not a douchebag of the highest Red Sockian order, the faceplant was a nice touch for A’s partisans everywhere.
At least the other Red Sox corner outfielder can catch the ball. Oh, wait.
Rajai Davis and Jack Cust have a few things in common: can’t bunt, can’t play defense, can’t run the bases intelligently, will often strike out looking, can’t beat out double play grounders. But Jack Cust is huge and hits home runs and gets on base 55% of the time, and Rajai Davis is fast and…is fast.
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Anyone who plays LF for the Red Sox for long enough will eventually become a douchebag (media-created or otherwise): Ted Williams, Manny Ramirez, Mike Greenwell, Jim Rice…
3. That Yankee fans are only discovering it now, after one hot week following an offseason when they all wanted to trade him for ha’-pennies on the penny, provides another data point on the “Yankees fans are clueless, front-running douchebags” graph
Holy crap, I didn’t realize he actually pitched in that game last night. That is pretty funny. As for his personality, he may be a bit over the top at times but I think his exuberance is generally a good thing.
Ditto. I give hefty FSU Fan Bonus Points to players whose personality or intellect interests me. Comrade Cabrera with his highbrow reading habits, for instance, has endeared himself to me and earned 10 extra FSUFBPs. And Swisher’s engaging ebulliousness wins him, I’ll say, 7 FSUFBPs.
Now, Nick Swisher plus 1,000 FSUFBPs is still << A-Rod w/o any extras. But still, all other things being equal, give me the smart/quirky/interesting player any time.
Ziegler.
74mk is right that “the ** sycophancy” is a strike against him, but it is more than made up for by:
1) He’s a submariner (c.f. Chad Bradford)
2) He came out of nowhere (not even on the 40-man roster last spring) to set a scoreless innings streak
3) Two count ’em two skull fractures
4) He has a degree in math.
Me too. I very much enjoy Swisher. I caught only a snippet of his pitching last night–I hope I can catch more full highlights for a laugh.
The more NY fans embrace him, probably the more annoyed I’ll get. Not at him, at them. Because they’ll probably think he had to come to NY to blossom on the grandest of stages, blah blah barf.
Yeah, I dunno — to me, Swish is just a cornpone Canseco (minus, presumably … maybe … the steroids).
The pitching thing, especially, seems stupid on so many levels — I would have greatly enjoyed the howls of Yankee fan frustration if Swish had done the full Jose and injured himself while pitching, after the week he’s had and the fans deigning to reconsider him.
I always liked Swisher, but he now plays for the Yankees. The monkey is right. Fuck Swisher. And fuck Jason Bay, while we’re here. He plays for the Red Sox, not the Pirates. Fuck him. Right in his stupid Sox ear hole.
The same way the Sox plucked Keith Foulke out of obscurity and installed him as a world-beating closer. Seriously, I will never understand how Sox fans believed that a guy with 48 saves and a 2.08 ERA the year before was “breaking out” in his first year in Boston.
Not really…there was significant prior art, and it’s only novel in the A’s-news-aggregator-embodiment. Frankly, the DLD has seen so much development that it would pretty easy to patent around the original concept.
Scanning **, it seems like even more comment traffic than usual has migrated from the sidebar to the center of the page. It’s like one giant game thread over there.
7. ?Donde esta Dagoberto Campaneris? Posted: April 14, 2009 at 02:56 PM (#3137824)
I think MLB missed a clear opportunity for an epic California Penal League joke, but other than that, this seems pretty reasonable.
I would have suggested having Beckett wear a huge “D” indicating ######### on his uniform for the remainder of the season. However, increasingly, the Red Sox uniform itself is clear enough.
Also, I was reminded last night why I don’t usually go to games against the Red Sox. Their fans are obnoxious. And obnoxiously loud. Luckily, most of them left before the game was over. Everything was much better after that.
Anyway, I have way too much power over here. I click one button, and I suddenly feel like I’ve snuck in through the back door at a bank and I’ve filling my draws with loose change.
Have I mentioned how much I love the little snapshot link preview thing? Because I love it a lot. I keep trying to use it on other sites, and then I’m sad, because they’re not as awesome as FK.
I kind of use it as a substitute for actually going to the linked page, or to see if I do want to click on the link. So when I’m at work, like I am now, I don’t have a million random windows to close/minimize when someone walks by my computer…
So essentially, to say you are a “real” sports fan – the kind of red-blooded American who lives and dies for your team – is to admit that you throw your heart and soul behind a constantly shifting amorphous blob that has no persistent identity. And those fair-weather fans you look down on? They’re the rational ones.
Former Senator Eugene McCarthy argues that baseball is becoming too sensitive and polite, as evidenced by several incidents in the early ’80s (including one with George Brett and a pine tar bat, pictured left):
“Talk is dangerous in baseball, and it always has been. Today, however, mere gestures can get players, managers, umpires, and others on the baseball field into trouble. This was not always so. The sensitivity level of baseball personnel seems to have reached a new high. Feelings, it seems, are easily hurt. Psychological damage threatens.”
The flaw in the Ship of Theseus comparison is that the ship of Theseus was (I imagine) revered because it was Theseus’ ship (rather than because it was otherwise a nice ship). Thus, any replacement planks with no connection to Theseus clearly have no connection to the merit of the item.
When teams change players, however, the new players also have value. As an easy example, I care about how Cahill/Anderson do this year rather than dismiss them for not being on the teams I first rooted for. What’s more, caring about Cahill/Anderson strikes me as rational.
That said, caring about winning is rational too, and so his point about fair-weather fans stands. I just don’t know if there is as much pleasure to be derived from following frontrunners as there is living through the ups and down of one team. I certainly don’t think so. I also think that rooting for the laundry (lets call it tribalism) may or may not be rational, either way it is so examining its rationality doesn’t get us very far.
I just don’t know if there is as much pleasure to be derived from following frontrunners as there is living through the ups and down of one team.
He also focuses far too obsessively on player transience, while ignoring connection to place and the tug of personal history.
I’m semi-fascinated by fan psychology. I wish I could find a discussion of it that didn’t make me angry and frustrated, like Leopold Bloom’s football fucking monkey.
On an unrelated note, I think I may have unwittingly scarfed down several moldy chocolate mini-donuts that will now settle in the bottom of my stomach until 2026.
While pausing for breath after donut #4, I noticed a strange white residue coating the bottom of the uneaten donuts. Up close, it resembles paper after you tear tape off. Complicating matters, the “sell by” date on the box has been suspiciously obscured by the price tag. I tore the sticker off, but recklessly, so the mystery persists: the year might be 2008, it might be 2009. It might be 2004.
scarfing down mini-donuts=you’re really trying your best to bring into existence the future dehumanized/completely corporatized dystopia that you and your favorite writers rail against.
Scarfing down mini-donuts = I’m adrift in the already ubiquitous dehumanized/completely corporatized dystopia that I and my favorite writers (well, not Zadie Smith; probably not Joyce or Ford or Ondaajte either, though on balance, I can’t dispute the point) rail against.
I’d rather live in a Joycian world. I’ve not read his most famous book, but I’m led to believe that it is about monkeys trying to fuck footballs and other whimsical goings on.
Actually, that’s exactly what it isn’t about (although fucking there is).
It’s about incoherently trying to explain a relatively mundane day. Apparently there are those who believe the incoherence of the explanation somehow adds to the experience.
Obviously there is a more expansive discussion/argument to be pursued here, but since a) we’re up against the edge of the column, b) I want to go home, and c) I’m suffering from a donut-induced sugar headache, I’ll just say that if you are judging novels the same way you might judge a term paper, you should reconsider your approach.
Agreed on the discussion later part. On the other point, I mean creative writing rather than some sort of analytical essay. I don’t think a binding should change the analysis
Eh, you’re both wrong. Aesthetic objects — and the illusory subjects that populate representational art — should be judged like professional athletes or franchises. — @(‘.’)@
eh, that guy has a reasonable perspective, although most of that is nonsense.
I like that sports channels the group association impulse into fun. Feeling superior to douchebags in oA and Boston=fun. But it’s not good to the extent that it’s taken seriously, which is often (though less so in US professional sports). And there is much to be said for the idea that doing is better than watching, which is not controversial in certain spheres of life, but is in others…
Sports fandom is approximately two steps removed from genocide. No, seriously:
Not that I would try to stop anyone from root, root, rooting to his or her heart’s content. It’s just that such things are normally done by pigs, in the mud, or by seedlings, lacking a firm grip on reality — fine for them, but I am not at all sure this is something that human beings should do.
[…]
Is life so pale, dull, and unsatisfying that it must be experienced vicariously in order to be savored? You might try reading a book, talking with your family, going for a walk, wrestling with the dog, listening to some music, smelling a flower, making love.
Huh. I wouldn’t have thought someone who spent so much time cavorting with puppies and smelling flowers could be such an insufferable prick.
As Koestler emphasized, the acts of greatest human violence and destructiveness have arisen not from personal aggressiveness or nastiness, but from self-transcendence in the form of seductive, mindless identification with a group. Think of Rwanda’s Hutus and Tutsis, Bosnian Serbs and Muslims, Nazis and Jews, Irish Catholics and Protestants, Armenians and Azerbaijanis, Israelis and Palestinians.
I wonder what Koestler had to say about oblivious, melodramatic psychology professors.
I’m unclear as to why reading a book, listening to music, and smelling a flower are legitimate human pursuits. Do they not pale in comparison to writing a book, writing or performing music, and growing flowers?
My personal favorite example of this is that people with freakish physical talents can either be high-culture icons (musicians) or worthless fools (athletes).
Why is the former considered sophisticated (other than because their uniform is white-tie)
… but just to pick on one, it seems to me that the genocidal examples are more about the identification (and dehumanisation) of some other than they are about self-identity. Now obviously these are related, but they are far from identical.
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New A’s theme song:
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Jason Bay is not a douchebag.
YET.
Anyone who plays LF for the Red Sox for long enough will eventually become a douchebag (media-created or otherwise): Ted Williams, Manny Ramirez, Mike Greenwell, Jim Rice…
Yaz?
Sure, why not. As long as I’m judging people I don’t know.
Well, by golly, that’s good enough for me. Douche is he.
new sport: Ted Williams curling. Maybe his heirs could sponsor it…
Grant’s MLT.TV interview.
Major League … Tetherball?
Table Tennis, I forgot the second T.
Is anyone else annoyed that Yankees fans discovered Nick Swisher has a personality yesterday?
No:
1. Personality is irrelevant
2. Nick Swisher’s personality is reallly annoying
3. That Yankee fans are only discovering it now, after one hot week following an offseason when they all wanted to trade him for ha’-pennies on the penny, provides another data point on the “Yankees fans are clueless, front-running douchebags” graph
I agree, but I’m afraid he will hit well and become the Yanks’ mini-Manny.
Look how excited their fans were when Giambi grew a freaking mustache.
Holy crap, I didn’t realize he actually pitched in that game last night. That is pretty funny. As for his personality, he may be a bit over the top at times but I think his exuberance is generally a good thing.
Ditto. I give hefty FSU Fan Bonus Points to players whose personality or intellect interests me. Comrade Cabrera with his highbrow reading habits, for instance, has endeared himself to me and earned 10 extra FSUFBPs. And Swisher’s engaging ebulliousness wins him, I’ll say, 7 FSUFBPs.
Now, Nick Swisher plus 1,000 FSUFBPs is still << A-Rod w/o any extras. But still, all other things being equal, give me the smart/quirky/interesting player any time.
Scott Hatteberg. Andrew Brown. Bobby Kielty. And now, Dallas Braden.
Ziegler.
74mk is right that “the ** sycophancy” is a strike against him, but it is more than made up for by:
1) He’s a submariner (c.f. Chad Bradford)
2) He came out of nowhere (not even on the 40-man roster last spring) to set a scoreless innings streak
3) Two count ’em two skull fractures
4) He has a degree in math.
Let’s face it, the guy has awesomeness to spare.
very likable demeanor too. He seems like a guy I’d like to have a
beerjar of kraut with.This guy? Pure non-silly class.
Wouldn’t Swisher end up below zero if you add the intellect points to the personality points?
Me too. I very much enjoy Swisher. I caught only a snippet of his pitching last night–I hope I can catch more full highlights for a laugh.
The more NY fans embrace him, probably the more annoyed I’ll get. Not at him, at them. Because they’ll probably think he had to come to NY to blossom on the grandest of stages, blah blah barf.
The side-arm part was truly spectacular.
As was the strikeout.
Yeah, I dunno — to me, Swish is just a cornpone Canseco (minus, presumably … maybe … the steroids).
The pitching thing, especially, seems stupid on so many levels — I would have greatly enjoyed the howls of Yankee fan frustration if Swish had done the full Jose and injured himself while pitching, after the week he’s had and the fans deigning to reconsider him.
I always liked Swisher, but he now plays for the Yankees. The monkey is right. Fuck Swisher. And fuck Jason Bay, while we’re here. He plays for the Red Sox, not the Pirates. Fuck him. Right in his stupid Sox ear hole.
It’s hard to hate Bay after his hilarious dive last night.
e.g. I didn’t hate Wily Mo when he was a Soc.
Funnily enough, “Pedroia’s bad ear-hole pox” is an anagram of “A Red Sox bro, a paedophile”.
GUILTY RED HOSE DEAD
almost an hour and a half, and no one’s figured this out?
If it’s an anagram, I can’t figure it out. If it isn’t an anagram, I still can’t figure it out.
A Shredded Lute Yogi
Anagram, on-topic. xbx or mikeA should get it.
What’s a … Pedroia, monkeyball?
Shut the fuck up, andeux.
I’m no good at anagrams. Ice Cream has already taken years off my life.
“xbx or mikeA should get it” was a clue about the subject matter, independent of your or Bhaskar’s ability at or interest in anagrams.
Eh, I felt that way about Swisher when he was on the A’s.
The same way the Sox plucked Keith Foulke out of obscurity and installed him as a world-beating closer. Seriously, I will never understand how Sox fans believed that a guy with 48 saves and a 2.08 ERA the year before was “breaking out” in his first year in Boston.
Because he failed against the Sox when it counted.
You know what they call a dried plum in France?
royal with cheese?
Would you let another man massage your plums?
Big Kahuna Plums-that’s that Hawaiian Plum joint.
I just watched the replay of Braden striking out Youkilis. Awesome pitch, and his subsequent Mark Fidrych impression was icing on the cake.
Link ?
∞
well named.
Yep, that was quite something. I think this Braden kid got a little fired up.
Incidentally isn’t the DLD concept your intellectual property Sal? I hope you’re getting residuals.
Not really…there was significant prior art, and it’s only novel in the A’s-news-aggregator-embodiment. Frankly, the DLD has seen so much development that it would pretty easy to patent around the original concept.
You should have insisted on DLD©.
can’t get the bastards over at ** to post one.
it will wither and die at **.
Scanning **, it seems like even more comment traffic than usual has migrated from the sidebar to the center of the page. It’s like one giant game thread over there.
You appear to have developed a following, though.
Lame, we had those Facebook and Pedoria links yesterday.
We need to differentiate ourselves.
I humbly propose Daily Saags Squirts as a conversation starter in honor of:
1. The stand that actually has free kraut
2. The double meaning of “Link”
3. The double meaning of “Dump”
4. Numbered lists
I know it isn’t perfect, but we’ll get it there.
How about “The Condiment Bar”?
How about “Loads of Saags Daily”? Has #1 through #4 AND it has…
5. LSD as an acronym.
“Loose sausage dump”
I like it.
I bet Cust is a better bunter than Rajai.
Best small sample comparison ever:
Cust 2009 UZR/150: 62.0
Davis 2009 UZR/150: -56.4
I do love that. Also Swisher and his 320 OPS+ leading MLB by almost 100 points.
Did anyone ask Geren about Sweeney and Cabrera’s back-to-back failed steal attempts ? Do they have the green light, or was this his call ?
Were they even steal attempts, or were they just completely incompetent?
It wasn’t clear to me that they were going.
Sweeney was definitely going.
Uh-oh. Who on ** should we have invited?
{snerk}
(Of course, I agree with Drew about Rabid.)
Beckett suspended six games.
Good. What about Joe West?
Is he really Joe West?
also in that thread: people go off on the rev.
This DLD is beautiful.
Also, I was reminded last night why I don’t usually go to games against the Red Sox. Their fans are obnoxious. And obnoxiously loud. Luckily, most of them left before the game was over. Everything was much better after that.
When did all the Red Sox fans show up?
I don’t remember them in the early 90s, I definitely remember them in 2003…
Ivy League I-banking boom (both affiliated with the dotcom boom and the overall growth in the finance sector)
First Post! (NSFW –salb918)
Care to toss a NSFW tag on that?
Ne’ermind, I can do it myself at FK.
Everything is better at FK. Dude, FTW?
Anyway, I have way too much power over here. I click one button, and I suddenly feel like I’ve snuck in through the back door at a bank and I’ve filling my draws with loose change.
There’s an inappropriate comment to be made there, but I, for one, choose the high road.
So, like, you can’t make the comment because you got all loaded first?
Hehe.
Like this?
Something like that.
Uncanny.
I’m shocked that wasn’t in KC.
Weave.
GoGo Boots.
Whereas if she’d had the cash in back pocket, and gotten shot in the ass, that’d have been canny.
Just for old times’ sake.
Good times.
Have I mentioned how much I love the little snapshot link preview thing? Because I love it a lot. I keep trying to use it on other sites, and then I’m sad, because they’re not as awesome as FK.
Really? I find the “feature” annoying because it gets in the way when I’m trying to actually go to the page.
I kind of use it as a substitute for actually going to the linked page, or to see if I do want to click on the link. So when I’m at work, like I am now, I don’t have a million random windows to close/minimize when someone walks by my computer…
Delwyn Young was DFA’d by the Dodgers. He’s like Rajai Davis, but not so terrible. Flyer on him?
1. “Go have some fun and please respect other people’s privacy.”
2. An assault on fan loyalty, employing the Ship of Theseus paradox:
3. Essay and photo gallery from TNR, dating back many decades.
From 1983:
The flaw in the Ship of Theseus comparison is that the ship of Theseus was (I imagine) revered because it was Theseus’ ship (rather than because it was otherwise a nice ship). Thus, any replacement planks with no connection to Theseus clearly have no connection to the merit of the item.
When teams change players, however, the new players also have value. As an easy example, I care about how Cahill/Anderson do this year rather than dismiss them for not being on the teams I first rooted for. What’s more, caring about Cahill/Anderson strikes me as rational.
That said, caring about winning is rational too, and so his point about fair-weather fans stands. I just don’t know if there is as much pleasure to be derived from following frontrunners as there is living through the ups and down of one team. I certainly don’t think so. I also think that rooting for the laundry (lets call it tribalism) may or may not be rational, either way it is so examining its rationality doesn’t get us very far.
I agree, with this part especially:
He also focuses far too obsessively on player transience, while ignoring connection to place and the tug of personal history.
I’m semi-fascinated by fan psychology. I wish I could find a discussion of it that didn’t make me angry and frustrated, like Leopold Bloom’s football fucking monkey.
On an unrelated note, I think I may have unwittingly scarfed down several moldy chocolate mini-donuts that will now settle in the bottom of my stomach until 2026.
While pausing for breath after donut #4, I noticed a strange white residue coating the bottom of the uneaten donuts. Up close, it resembles paper after you tear tape off. Complicating matters, the “sell by” date on the box has been suspiciously obscured by the price tag. I tore the sticker off, but recklessly, so the mystery persists: the year might be 2008, it might be 2009. It might be 2004.
Problematic.
scarfing down mini-donuts=you’re really trying your best to bring into existence the future dehumanized/completely corporatized dystopia that you and your favorite writers rail against.
I would rewrite that thusly:
Scarfing down mini-donuts = I’m adrift in the already ubiquitous dehumanized/completely corporatized dystopia that I and my favorite writers (well, not Zadie Smith; probably not Joyce or Ford or Ondaajte either, though on balance, I can’t dispute the point) rail against.
I’d rather live in a Joycian world. I’ve not read his most famous book, but I’m led to believe that it is about monkeys trying to fuck footballs and other whimsical goings on.
Actually, that’s exactly what it isn’t about (although fucking there is).
It’s about incoherently trying to explain a relatively mundane day. Apparently there are those who believe the incoherence of the explanation somehow adds to the experience.
Well, that’s what you think, but such is the beauty of ambiguity. In any case I expect a spike in traffic to FK from revisonist scholars
Or even particularly ambiguous.
It sounds like mike A may have been talking about this while you were, I think, referring to this.
I liked Ulysses, and I found this book hugely helpful in dealing with the “incoherence” of which you speak.
Entirely possible
It’s not incoherent.
If true, it is only because the author failed in his goal of making it so.
I spent two months in college on the book. It isn’t that I don’t get it, it’s that if I were grading a paper written that way I’d give it an F.
Obviously there is a more expansive discussion/argument to be pursued here, but since a) we’re up against the edge of the column, b) I want to go home, and c) I’m suffering from a donut-induced sugar headache, I’ll just say that if you are judging novels the same way you might judge a term paper, you should reconsider your approach.
Agreed on the discussion later part. On the other point, I mean creative writing rather than some sort of analytical essay. I don’t think a binding should change the analysis
Eh, you’re both wrong. Aesthetic objects — and the illusory subjects that populate representational art — should be judged like professional athletes or franchises. — @(‘.’)@
2. I’m glad the people of Boston were treated to a self-satisfied and stupid article this morning.
You’ve not seen self-satisfied and stupid until you’ve
readskimmed the essay directly below.eh, that guy has a reasonable perspective, although most of that is nonsense.
I like that sports channels the group association impulse into fun. Feeling superior to douchebags in oA and Boston=fun. But it’s not good to the extent that it’s taken seriously, which is often (though less so in US professional sports). And there is much to be said for the idea that doing is better than watching, which is not controversial in certain spheres of life, but is in others…
Sports fandom is approximately two steps removed from genocide. No, seriously:
Huh. I wouldn’t have thought someone who spent so much time cavorting with puppies and smelling flowers could be such an insufferable prick.
I wonder what Koestler had to say about oblivious, melodramatic psychology professors.
I’m unclear as to why reading a book, listening to music, and smelling a flower are legitimate human pursuits. Do they not pale in comparison to writing a book, writing or performing music, and growing flowers?
My personal favorite example of this is that people with freakish physical talents can either be high-culture icons (musicians) or worthless fools (athletes).
Why is the former considered sophisticated (other than because their uniform is white-tie)
This is flawed on so many levels …
… but just to pick on one, it seems to me that the genocidal examples are more about the identification (and dehumanisation) of some other than they are about self-identity. Now obviously these are related, but they are far from identical.
I dunno ’bout the rest of you, but without my machete attacks on Bostonians, I have no concept of self.
People are not nearly this nice to me when I wander around Pioneer Square with a “help me” sign taped to my chest.
Color me disappointed. I saw “tweenbot” and was expecting something more Radoshian.
People in Seattle are obviously a lot more stressed and unfriendly than those notoriously sweet New Yorkers.
EUPHEMISM ALERT: grass track on the T-Willie
Too bad Wakefield isn’t pitching tonight – it would be fun to see how his knuckler would do out there. For those NRFKers, it’s hella windy here.
I presume that’s pronounced “nerfkers.”
N.R. FKers?
I was kind of thinking “enerfeckers” has a ring to it.
Any other fkwits going to the game tonight?
Not this one. Not even watching on TV. I’m writing. Then I’m writing. Then I’m sorting/editing photos. Then I’m writing. I might also write.
Hey, which is righter: “half a dozen” or “a half dozen”? Chicago’s lettin’ me down, man. And “six” is not an option.
I would say the former.
I think so, too. I like the cadence better.
concur.
And not going, but watching on TV.
six and a half of one, half a baker’s dozen of the other
I’m learning so much in my technical writing class! Like, how much I don’t want to be a technical writer.
stuck late at work
should we call commenting at FK “fkwittering”?
no. Twitter is stupid and terribly overrated.
But then, I could certainly be accused of kranting from time to time.
I am infamous for my KRAUTlandish conspiracy theories.
I like FKranting, as a concept.
me! me!
Not tonight, tomorrow’s day game though.
Pavano up – Wang’s only serious competition for pitcher of the month – and he’s already
halvedthirded his ERA.What about this guy:
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb//players/profile?playerId=3582
Injured.