*Note: This is just my personal list -- yours probably differs (and you should post it, 'cause I want to see it!). Also, by "prettiest" I mean the most physically attractive, based on current appearance. It does not take into account personality, or performance, or my own personal predilection for the tall drink of water that is Chris Stewart. I ( Read more... )

I can't get into Joe's Eats at the moment to post this story, but here's a little treat brought to you courtesy of Brandon Crawford's wife, who insists on posting things like this on her Twitter feed:


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Gacked from everyone...Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence there describes your sex life in 2012.

"New to the Post. Freshly assigned, I meant."
From The Pale King, by David Foster Wallace

Just got home, am slightly drunk, am on the internet, the firtt post of the new year!

[ Not the Prettiest Game, Part III ]: in which Chris gets called up and the story finally ends. Finally.

Here are the heroes of our story, Ryan Vogelsong and Christ Stewart, in pictures taken by moi.


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Gacked from between_names.

( What did I do this year? )

Part II of Not the Prettiest Game is [ here ]: It's cute how flustered Ryan gets by the stupidest things.


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So the whole story isn't done yet.  It's mostly done--like all the big stuff is written and I'm working on transitions and revision and stuff, so you don't have to worry that it won't be done; this isn't a WiP, is what I'm saying.  But it's not all done.  But it will be.  Soon.

BUT (and here's the important part) this part is done. And it stars Ryan ( Read more... )

That I will finish this at some point in the near future ( Read more... )

to show you all this picture of Brandon Crawford, the prettiest baseball player in all the land:

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FIFTY PAGES!

Fifty pages of Chris Stewart/Ryan Vogelsong.

FIFTY PAGES...and it's not done yet...

*****
Ryan calls around ten, which means midnight Pittsburgh time.  "Shouldn't you be asleep?" Chris asks, muting the television.

"I can't," Ryan says.  "I'm freaking out."

Chris laughs.  "Just chill," he says.  "You'll be fine."

"Uh huh," Ryan says, but ( Read more... )