it's back. sorta.
A classmate to me: Yeah, I hear you're a big baseball fan. You've been looking at a lot of baseball things in the past few days, haven't you?
Me: *looks at desktop, Mozilla window with six baseball tabs open, maniacal playlist of baseball references including everything from Johnny Cash to Lil' Flip because oh my god oh my god will the season never start I need all the baseball I can get my hands on and I have spring training tickets hanging above my desk as inspiration to work and and and*
Me: Yeah. Kinda. I've missed it.
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Dear Reds:
I love you more than words can possibly express. I mean. What other team would have a pitcher that admits to liking Star Trek? What other team would have an outfielder who admits that he has problems running a mile? (Granted, it's doing the mile in 7:30 that's the thing, but still.) What other team would have a pitcher named Lefty Bong? And has a woefully incompetent front office that is nevertheless so anal that it schedules the entirety of spring training down to specifying how long, on the first day, the hitting coach can discuss hitting techniques for pepper?
And now, look at Austin Kearns. Austin Kearns! My lord! The man is revolting!
God, I love baseball. God, I love the Reds.
With deepest admiration,
petitio
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"Pitchers are really out there," Kendall said, "so you don't want them to think. You want to do the thinking for them, because they're not very bright. That's just my opinion." -- Jerry Crasnick
One by one, the Bombers shook hands with Giambi. Some slapped him on the back, others openly embraced him. Giambi, remarkably upbeat desite the cloud of controversy, was treated like a rock star by the Yankees -- which is to say, he beat Alex Rodriguez hands-down in the clubhouse popularity contest. Klapisch
Barry Zito, revolting bastard.
Mark Mulder, corporate tool.
Tim Hudson, heartbreaker. "When I walked out of there last [October], it never entered my mind that I wouldn't be back," he said. "And it's kind of sad that it didn't. If I'd known I was going to get traded, or that it would be my last time there, at least I'd have taken a little one-on-one time with my teammates, give them a 'Hey, hope I'm here next year -- but I might not be. So just in case, I want you guys to know you were great teammates.' That kind of thing. But I never got to do that, to say goodbye. And that feels really kind of weird."
There are other heart-wrenching bits in that article, but I was unable to read them due to blood all over the screen and, also, the fact that I stabbed my eyes out with a pair of safety scissors (see: blood on the screen) upon seeing the picture of Tim Hudson chatting up his new catcher.
Me: *looks at desktop, Mozilla window with six baseball tabs open, maniacal playlist of baseball references including everything from Johnny Cash to Lil' Flip because oh my god oh my god will the season never start I need all the baseball I can get my hands on and I have spring training tickets hanging above my desk as inspiration to work and and and*
Me: Yeah. Kinda. I've missed it.
***
Dear Reds:
I love you more than words can possibly express. I mean. What other team would have a pitcher that admits to liking Star Trek? What other team would have an outfielder who admits that he has problems running a mile? (Granted, it's doing the mile in 7:30 that's the thing, but still.) What other team would have a pitcher named Lefty Bong? And has a woefully incompetent front office that is nevertheless so anal that it schedules the entirety of spring training down to specifying how long, on the first day, the hitting coach can discuss hitting techniques for pepper?
And now, look at Austin Kearns. Austin Kearns! My lord! The man is revolting!
God, I love baseball. God, I love the Reds.
With deepest admiration,
petitio
***
There are other heart-wrenching bits in that article, but I was unable to read them due to blood all over the screen and, also, the fact that I stabbed my eyes out with a pair of safety scissors (see: blood on the screen) upon seeing the picture of Tim Hudson chatting up his new catcher.