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I’m easily entertained…
Living on a Prayer
Dear God:
This is Brit, you know, the Yankees fan. I don’t know if you surf the web, but if you do… I’d like to write this open prayer-letter to you. I know you’ve heard this same dialog half a million times now from me, but I figure if I write it down and put it on this blog it will be on here forever and I can stop bothering you every day with the same requests.
God, I know I always say, “If you let the Yankees win this time, I’ll stop bothering you about sports” only to say it again the next day, week, or season. But this time, I’m serious… If you help me out with these twelve requests, I will stop bothering you with baseball prayers, I’ll help the poor, nurture the sick, whatever you want me to do…
1. I want to personally ask you to make this spring training go by fast. I’m sick of writing about Alex Rodriguez, steroids, shady cousins, and disappointed players and fans. This plea is purely selfish; true I want the best for Alex, but honestly…
I need something to blog about other than Alex. I also would like to get through an episode of A Show of Their Own without mentioning the “S-word,” (steroids). I think the faster these pointless (well pointless to fans) exhibition games are over and real baseball starts everything will blow over. The media will have a pennant race to write about, injuries to report, and quotes about the game to record. They will have little interest in steroids, at least that’s what I’m hoping.
2. I want to get back to baseball, the actual game, not all the off field drama. What ever happened to the good old days where baseball players were baseball players, not Hollywood celebrities with a gang of paparazzi surrounding them. I want to return to that time. Why does it matter who’s dating what model or who’s living’ it up in some club? That’s the players’ business, not ours. Sure, its fun to see a different side of the players. It makes me feel like I know the players on a more personal level, but I don’t think this celebrity worship is good for baseball.
3. Please give Derek Jeter the range, strength, power, and speed to play shortstop until he’s 100 years old. I just cannot imagine a world without Jeter at short. You allowed me to “come up” with Jeter, Mo, and Posada and so, I think it would be really cruel for them to be taken away from me.
4. Please help Girardi see that Joba needs to be in the bullpen, forever. He’s not a starting pitcher, not in the majors. Help Girardi, Cashman, Steinbrenner, and et. al. see that Joba can help us more if he comes out of the pen. It would make more sense to have Joba come out of the pen for 65 games or so and help us win games with his power pitching rather than him start for 30 games and get taken out after 3 or 4 innings because everyone knows what he’s got and he’s not letting the ball fly.
5. Also, God… Please help our young pitchers. Hughes and Kennedy especially. I really think they can be great starters for us down the stretch, but I want to see them in the minors to start the year. Make them earn their way back up to the majors with good old fashion hard work and scoreless innings. I know they can do it, they’ve done it before. Oh, also, please keep Phil Hughes in triple-A until July 1st (you know why).
6. Please help Jason Johnson overcome his battle with cancer. He seemed to be working really hard to get back to the majors with the Yankees this year and I don’t want him to not be able to accomplish that.
7. Please help Edwar Ramirez gain some weight. It worries me to watch him pitch. If a line drive ever hit him square, he’d probably die. I think the ball would actually pass through his body… that’s how tiny he is.
8. Help Wang, Posada, and Matsui heal completely. If we want to win this year, we need them to be on top of their game! How cool is it that our Ace from the last few years is now our number 3 starter!
9. Please give Nick Swisher patience. I don’t know what Girardi has in store for Nick, but I like this guy. He’s like a miniature version of Giambi. Very spunky. I don’t want him to get discouraged and lose his charm and personality in the club house.
10. Help A.J. and C.C. fit in perfectly with the team, perform well, and stay healthy.
11. Make the New York Media realize that C.C. would like the dots in his name since, in fact, it is the initials of his first and middle names.
12. Help the Yankees stay healthy and help the Yankees win the division and the World Series for the next 100 years in a row.
You’ve given me and the Yankees so much in the past, but I hope you will find it in you some where to grant me these twelve requests. I know I’m not the only Yankee fan praying for these things, so I hope you will take the other Yankees fans’ prayers in to account to.
——– Amen.
Brain Cashman talk to Alex (Asset)
Why Alex really did steroids…
I’m SICK of A-Rod news, but I had this blog in the back of my mind for a day or so now and just wanted to get it out. I promise, this is the final A-Rod blog!
Unless, well…
I’m not a doctor or psychologist, but it’s fun to act like I am. So, I’ve carefully studied Alex. I was able to figure out just what was in that frosted tips head of his.
Why he turned to Steroids
Alex has what we faux psychologist like to call, Tri-phobia-itis. I’ve diagnosed Alex with 3 common phobias. His extreme phobias drove him to steroids. We really cannot blame him for his use. He simply has a disorder.
The Phobias
1. Atelophobia – Fear of imperfection.
It has been well documented that Alex likes to shop for all the latest in men’s fashion. He frosts his hair, excessively works out, and I assume he does some manscaping. Alex was driven to steroids so that he could get closer to what he believes to be perfection.
2. Atychiphobia – Fear of failure.
We shouldn’t be afraid of failure, after all, it is inevitable. However, Alex has been searching for his first World Series ring since the 1994 season. He has yet to win a World Series and he’s not getting any younger. Clearly, Alex was drove to steroids because he feared he would fail again at winning a World Series.
3. Athazagoraphobia– Fear of being forgotten or ignored or forgetting.
When you think of the New York Yankees what name comes to mind? …Derek Jeter. When you think of the Boston Red Sox what name comes to mind? … David Ortiz. When you think of the Orioles, what name comes to mind? … Cal Ripken Jr. (who is in Charlotte tonight FYI).
What does all this mean? Well, for an established player like Alex, he’s switched teams a few times. He wasn’t able to settle into a team like the guys mentioned above have been able to. Alex is worried that his name is not going to be synonymous with one team. He was driven to steroids because he fears not being remembered. He was basically pushed into steroids so he could get a long term contract with a team.
FINAL WHISPER: While I was working on Alex’s case, I did learn that Alex definitely does not have Trypanophobia (fear of injections). With all this research and long hours of studying Alex, I also learned that I have Hellenologophobia (fear of Greek terms or complex scientific terminology).
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
Social Experiement: Yankees, A-Rod, & Jeter
It’s been exactly 4 days since my last post. Nope, I’m not neglecting my responsibility as a blogger… I was busy conducting a social experiment concerning A-Rod.
My “experiment” first started out as just my way of facing the “media” myself then the idea of a social experiment came to mind.
Sunday, on “A Show of Their Own” we interviewed Jane Heller and began to discuss how baseball is more than just a sport to a lot of people. It’s an escape from all the gloom and doom people face in their everyday lives.
I was very bummed out about the news concerning Alex. How could this be happening to me again? It wasn’t enough that my favorite pitcher took HGH… Everything is just piling up.
So, I wrote to all of you and shared my opinion on how Alex should address the media and his fans in a prompt manner so we can all “move on.”
Well, as a Yankee fan, I felt it was time for me to come clean; to face the music and my peers. I didn’t want to throw my A-Rod shirt away because of this. I decided I should get the ridicule over with fast by wearing my A-Rod shirt everywhere on Tuesday.
I figured if people were going to say something to me, I might as well get it over with that way when Opening Day comes I can wear my A-Rod shirt (if I so choose).
The Experiment
*** NOTE: NONE of this is made up. All the conversations are real, just edited for your reading pleasure and so MLBlogs will continue to let me post on here. I even took my little voice recorder I use when I’m interviewing people for the school newspaper so I wouldn’t forget anything.
Day One (Monday): I wore a Yankees shirt without a player’s name on it.
I went to class. Strolled around campus just waiting for someone to say something. Then I went to the mall to stroll around. I walked around in every sporting goods store there was. I figured if someone was going to say something it would be in a sporting goods store. I went with a cocky shirt, hoping that someone would say something about our WS championships..
Day One Results: I passed 13 guy who gave me a “Oh my gosh, this girl isn’t for real” look. Only one stranger actually said something to me. Our convo went like this.
MAN: Did you see what that Yankee player did?
ME: Yes, sir I did.
MAN: Do you believe him
ME: Yes. Do you?
MAN: Well, I just think its good he came clean. So, you still supporting him I reckon.
ME: Yes, at least for 9 more years.
MAN: (Walked away puzzled… wondering why I picked 9 years)
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Day Two (Tuesday): I wore my Alex Rodriguez shirt.
Again, I went to class. I walked all around campus knowing someone would start something. I went to another mall, with the biggest sporting goods store in it. I went out to dinner with a friend at a sports café type place. I made sure to get up and walk around so people would see my shirt. I wore my hair up also, just so there was no question who I was representing with my shirt.
Day Two Results: Everyone, even the prissy girls and sissy boys who only know A-Rod because of the whole Madonna thing were giving me evil glares. 4 people came up to me and said something. 7 people yelled curse words at me from across the room/road. My favorite was this man (wearing a John Rocker/Braves shirt) who came up to me with his son (who was wearing shorts, a Braves t-shirt, and cleats). I assume the kid just got back from baseball practice. Here was our convo:
MAN: Ma’am, I hate to be rude, but you do know that man on the back of
your shirt did steroids don’t you.
ME: Yes sir, I do.
MAN: Well, I think he’s setting the wrong example for my kid.
ME: Oh, so your son is a Yankees fan (just being a jerk for the fun of it)
MAN: (Bleep) no! I hate them (Beeping) Yankees. A-Rod is a horses (bleep) for taking steroids. He has young fans, how is my son supposed to compete with boys doing steroids?
ME: Well sir, I don’t think your son is playing against A-Rod tomorrow, but I understand your opinion. It does suck that our heroes are, in fact, human. They make mistakes, but as a fan, I’ve got to support my team. Parents should set an example for their children and not rely
on celebrities to raise their kids.
MAN: Even if that means supporting a man who is exactly what’s wrong
with everything in sports.
ME: Alex didn’t create steroids and he’s not the only athlete to use
steroids. He’s just the only notable player on the list.
MAN: Well, its just the wrong message to send to kids.
ME: I know, thank god for prejudice athletes like John Rocker.
MAN: He ain’t prejudice, he just tells it like it is.
ME: Have you ever been to New York?
MAN: No
ME: ok then… (I walked off, sensing that I had made the man mad
enough).
Another favorite was this 20 year old guy (who has 3 classes with me) who decided that he wasn’t man enough to say something to my face, so he starts chanting “Cheater, Cheater, Cheater” behind me as I walked to my car. I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me, so I decided to do what any girl would have done, I turned around and gave him the “stink eye.” Well, that was just fuel for him… he then started chanting “Roid Rage, Roid Rage, Roid Rage.” Even though he was a chicken for not saying something to my face, I have to give the guy credit for his creativity.
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Day Three (Wednesday): I wore a Derek Jeter shirt today.
I wondered if people would react better to Jeter, since he has not (to the public’s knowledge) tested positive for steroids. Isn’t sad that I had to type what’s in parenthesis? You just don’t know anymore, but that doesn’t make me like or dislike baseball. Once again, I walked around campus proudly sporting my Jeter gear. I even wore my Derek Jeter seam bracelet. I went to an early movie and to a local (small) sporting goods store.
Day Three Results: People reacted positively to my Jeter shirt. Two women came up to me and said they were Braves fans, but they “absolutely adored Derek Jeter.” They told me that they were mad at A-Rod, but glad Jeter is a “prince.” Yes, they said prince. I still got a few evil looks, but not nearly the amount I got during Day Two. It was sort of an uneventful day. Maybe the news had worn off a bit…
FINAL WHISPER: I faced the music and now feel like I can put this behind me and wear whatever I want to the ballpark this year. What did my experiment teach us? I concluded that people love Jeter, end of story.
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
The Giambi Quote on the Cover is Telling…
Not much has changed since he’s come to the Yankees; has it?
I’m being punished. The baseball “gods” are punishing me for getting up during the October 5th game against the Indians in the ALDS. I knew I shouldn’t have moved, it’s against my superstitions! Soon after I left my seat, a swarm of midges harped over the Jake. I thought my punishment ended there, but obviously losing the series was just another reminder that I blew it for us. Now this… it’s all my fault.
Why else would this happen to me?
My week hasn’t been too bad this week. Much better compared to the last.
Until yesterday…
The chaos of The Yankee Years had finally started to go away, so what do those great writers at the newspapers in NY do? Well, they have a job to do, so they come up with a story to write. So, they write about Derek Jeter and his impeding doom as a player. Sure, he’s getting older, but I’d like to think Jeter could play short until he turns 100. I just cannot imagine a Yankees game without Jeter on the field or in the dugout, but I know that time will come. I just don’t want to be reminded about it every time I open a newspaper!
THEN…
A-Rod. Or A-Fraud, I guess that’s a better way to address him. I can’t believe this. I actually had a conversation with my parents a week ago about A-Rod. We were arguing about Barry Bonds and I was all up on my high horse sticking up for Alex. Parent know best (I guess it’s true)… my mom and dad both fought me on that they said Alex was on ‘roids, no question… I guess after the let down of Giambi, Pettitte, and Clemens, I just didn’t want to believe any more of my Yankees were doing that stuff.
But alas, A-Rod tested positive in 2003. My problem with this is that, MLBPA was supposed to get rid of all this information. Why hold on to this info? Someone, knew exactly why… I think some one is out to get my Yankees.
Now, does that sound paranoid and psychotic of me? YES, but I honestly believe MLB is out to get my Yankees. Think about it, they hired Sen. Mitchell to do the steroid probe. Now, I don’t want to harbor hate for Red Sox fans, because there are some nice Red Sox fans out there… many read this blog and listen to my show… but Sen. Mitchell did serve as a director in the front office for the Red Sox until 2006. Seems like if Bud really wanted to be fair, he would have gotten someone who wasn’t tied to any team to conduct the report. Why Alex? If you are going to leak his name, you need to man up and give the other 103 names on that list!
Now, none of this excuses what A-Rod, Andy, Rocket, or Jason did, but I guess it offers me comfort. And to think, I bought A-Rod’s children’s book (Alex Rodriguez: Out of the Ballpark). It’s a great story for kids about how to work hard in order to capture your dreams. Alex details how he would get up at 5am everyday to get some extra practice in. I guess he forgot to mention the part where he shot himself up with steroids. Wow, that sounded really mean and cynical. But that’s what they have made me.
How could a team, how could a man who I look up to do this to me? To us? Alex was the one guy who I thought would make us all forget about the shady steroid era. But, I was wrong. I’m sick of this. Everyday it’s something.
Right now I’m mad, but I’m sure my anger will turn into the “Oh I feel sorry for him” blues. I do feel bad for him in a way. I know he did the crime, so he has to pay for that (albeit, he’ll be tormented by fans rather than be tormented by older men in a communal shower).
Alex is a lot like me, well other than the fact that I don’t have that kind of money, I’m not nearly as egotistical, and I don’t take steroids… We are a lot alike, we have to have approval from those around us. We care way too much about what people think about us.
I’m afraid this could be his downfall. Alex is like a tragic hero…
I’m worried for him and the Yankees this year. Can they get over this? Larry Bowa seems to think not. He was on the MLB Network’s special report today about Alex. He said that Alex is really sensitive and he lets little things bug him and this isn’t a little thing.
I’m worried… ok, I’m straight up terrified. I hope this goes away fast, although my heart tells me it wont.
FINAL WHISPER: Alex, just needs to do the following:
1. Call a press conference before spring training starts… (Just go ahead and get
it organized for Monday at noon).
2. Admit you did steroids in 2003. Say something to the effect of “I’m sorry I let my fans, teammates, the Yankees organization, and MLB down. I screwed up and I have to take responsibility for that. This is not something that I do anymore and I’m just sorry all my young fans had to figure out about this. I’m sorry.”
** NOTE: If you can work up some tears Alex, that would be great!
3. Hang out at the Boys and Girls Club during Spring Training or better yet, take Natasha and Ella out for a great day with Daddy… and let Harvey Levine’s gang know where you are.
4. Get over yourself and play ball…
5. Lead the Yankees to a 2009 World Series victory
…………….. And, all will be forgiven and forgotten
(at least Yankees fans will forgive and forget)
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
United we Stand, Divided we Fall
Conclusion: It’s not something I’d do, but I don’t understand why everyone is throwing him under the bus now after all that he did for us.
I decided to start off with the conclusion I’ve come to about “The Yankee Years” or “Ranking Beers” if you’re not a baseball fan. I’ve thumbed through Mr. Torre’s book and to me, it doesn’t hurt the prestige or honor of the pinstripes. Nor does it make me want to turn my back on a guy who has brought me many great memories.
That being said though, I don’t think it was a wise move on Mr. Torre’s part to write this book. Only because of all the media grief and “Benedict Torre” comments by EX-fans. Honestly though, this book doesn’t paint Mr. Torre as the good guy and the Yankees as the bad guys. So, don’t think it’s like that… Verducci is coming from a very neutral ground (in my opinion). The book shows Mr. Torre’s colorful vocabulary and his relationships with the men he was in charge of for twelve years.
The book in a nut shell, Joe wanted to be the Yankees’ GM, but that would have meant a pay cut and his Brother Frank Torre didn’t think it was worth the hassle… Then Mr. Steinbrenner called him up and was like dude, want to be our manager… Mr. Torre responded with a “Hell, yes!”
We already know the rest… David Wells is a rough-neck jerk, who could pitch like crazy. Derek Jeter is a SAINT, Mariano Rivera is classy in a hardworking kind of way. Mr. Torre missed the days of Paulie, Brosius, and Tino… Pettitte is underrated, Jorge Posada, Paul O’Neill, and Tino Martinez are intense characters. Giambi is a sucky defensive player and A-Rod is a pre-MADONNA… I mean prima donna (gah, I just blew another new years resolution). He’s also a bit inconsistent and his teammates and coaches used to hassle him about it.
I’m just sick of all the commotion this book is causing in Yankees Universe… It is ripping us apart people! Now is a time we should united and become one powerful universe! Let’s all decide to move on and not worry about the past.
Forgive and forget… yea, yea, yea relive and regret, but I don’t think Girardi will be writing any books anytime soon…
I don’t even know why I let this bug me so much… I just don’t want Mr. Torre to be another Yogi Berra. I LOVE Mr. Berra… and I can’t imagine my life without him being around the Yankees. I named my teacup poodle Yogi for goodness sakes! I wouldn’t want my little cousins to grow up in a world where Joe Torre is banished from Yankee Stadium and outcast by fans that he once offered so much bliss for.
OK, I’m finished. I’m not trying to make Joe into a saint, again, I wouldn’t have done the book if I was him, but I honestly believe him when he said he thought of the book as more of a piece of history rather than a tell-all. We’ll see how it turns out I guess.
FINAL WHISPER: Am I getting too crazy over this? I just don’t want to have to listen to people bring this book up every time the Yankees have a bad game or every time Jeter and A-Rod look at each other in an odd way. Some sports networks, I wont name names, like to “hate” on the Yankees and I think this is just ammo for them. But, I think those people are blowing it WAY out of proportion!
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
Long blog… but I thought it was worth noting.
I was flipped off 4 times, 6 car horns angrily shouted at me, and I about wrecked my car today.
The day started off like any other. I got up at 4:45am and headed to the gym for my 5am morning workout. Some where between the cardio and weight lifting, it donned on me.
Today is the day! Confessions of a She-Fan and The Yankee Years both come out today!
I pre-ordered my copy of Confessions of a She-Fan from Amazon. I wasn’t sure if it would make it to my house today or what. I was just praying my copy got to me before the author, Jane Heller, makes her second appearance on “A Show of Their Own.”
We’ve had several authors on the show. I usually buy their book as soon as I know we’ve got them booked, that way I have plenty of time to read it. There is nothing I hate more than not being prepared for an interview. I remember my last interview, I asked this man a question and he answered another question in addition to the one I had asked, but I, for some reason, asked him the other question he had answered right after he finished answering the first question (if that makes sense). I was horrified. I tried to play it off, but I don’t think it was very successful.
Anyway, by the time I finished working out it was 7:30. I decided I would swing by my local book store, because, what book store will not be open at 7:30? Apparently, my local book store does not open until 9:00.
I was going to have to wait until 3pm to get my copy of The Yankee Years. I contemplated skipping my first class to go get my copy, but I remembered I had a paper due. Maybe I could email my paper to my professor… that way I can skip class and still turn in my paper. Nah… I new I had to go to class. So, then I thought to myself, maybe I can cut off early from class and leave after my first class. Oral Interpretation isn’t a class I need to succeed in the real world. And certainly missing one class will not hurt. But, it donned on me that today we were performing our duo scripts. I couldn’t leave my partner out in the cold… he’s a nice guy, who certainly has a future in acting should he choose to go that rout. Maybe I can forego my last class… but I have the same professor from Oral Interp… so, I decided that I would wait.
With every passing minute, wild thoughts ran through my mind….
This is North Carolina… They will not stock Mr. Torre’s book. If Bobby Cox had a book out, I bet the stores would be packed…
Gah, I hate the Braves… Why do I have to live in NC?
I’m going to be the only Yankee fan without a copy…
My local bookstore is small… I bet I’ll have to drive into the “Big” city to find a store that carries it.
What if my copy of Confessions of a She-Fan doesn’t get here until after the interview… how could I miss out on what is sure to be a cult classic?
What if there really are other Yankees fans in North Carolina… what if they buy all the books before I get there?
I was hysterical by noon.
But, after class I called my local bookstore and promptly asked,
“Do you have a copy of The Yankee Years?”
I was shocked at what came next… True story too…
“What genre would this book be under?”
“Umm… what?”
“What type of book is this Ranking Beers? comedy, drama, romance, fiction, non-fiction…”
“I know what the word genre means… the title of the book isn’t Ranking Beers, it’s The Yankee Years“
“Well…”
“Sports – Apparently non-fiction. It’s Joe Torre and Tom Verducci’s book. You know the one that everyone on the face of the earth is talking about!”
“Hmm… I’m not sure. So is this like a Harry Potter type thing”
By this point I was pretty sure the man was just trying to annoy me. He knew exactly what I was talking about!
“Yes, it is exactly like Harry Potter only, it’s about the NEW YORK YANKEES and has nothing to do with witches or spells or what ever else is in Harry Potter!!!”
“Okay, let me check…”
((((((He put me on hold. I’m sure he was laughing at the great prank he was able to pull off)))))
“Did the book just come out today?”
“YES sir.”
“Ok then, we have it on our shelves”
“Can you hold a copy for me?”
“We can’t do that”
“I’m on the way right now, I just don’t want anyone to buy the last one before I get there.”
“No one has bought this book all day. We have plenty. Ma’am.”
“ok thank you for your help, bye”
This man must have thought I was nutty. I didn’t live in New York… I guess it slipped my mind. People around here don’t read for fun. Let alone read a book about the Yankees. What was I so worried about?
I went in to the store, and right there, before my eyes were what seemed like 100 or so copies of The Yankee Years. I grabbed one and clutched it in my hand, no one was getting my copy!
I looked around for a copy of Confessions of a She-Fan. I was thinking about buying a copy, although I already ordered one from Amazon. Again, I was terrified my book wouldn’t get to me before we interview Jane. I didn’t see any copies of the book, so I went to the check-out table both happy and defeated.
I bought Mr. Torre’s book. I saw the guy who spoke with me on the phone. I only knew it was him because I recognized his voice. He was on his cell phone complaining to a friend about how his boss was acting weird and he was worried he would get fired. He motioned for an older lady to check me out. And just like that I was on my way.
I couldn’t wait to get home to read my new book. I walked out of the store with my nose stuck in the book. I walked to my car as I read the book and pretty soon, I was driving down the road reading The Yankee Years.
4 people flipped me off (those are the only ones I saw) because I was driving 35 mph in a 55 mph zone. Hey, at least I was in the outside lane! All the car horns came because I was so engulfed in my book at a red light that I forgot to go once the light turned green… so we all had to sit through the long light again. Again, this is all a true story…
Some guy bravely passed me and decided he was going to give me a dose of my own medicine. He decided if I was going to drive slow in front of him, he would do the same to me… I was reading my book and he slows down with out my knowledge. Luckily, I looked up… I had to slam on breaks to avoid a wreck.
When I got home, I met the nice UPS man at my door. He greeted me with my very own copy of Confessions of a She-Fan. Actually, I ordered two copies by mistake. I think I’ll give my second copy away as a prize on “A Show of Their Own” Sunday after we interview Jane.
FINAL WHISPER: I can’t wait to finish both of these books. For obvious reasons I’m going to be reading Jane’s book first. I never knew A-rod (Al) had eyes the color of pistachio… I can’t wait for the interview. To listen to the interview simply join us at www.blogtalkradio.com/ashowoftheirown this Sunday at 9pm EST.
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
Only a day away…
If you are wondering why I haven’t posted anything this week, it’s because this has been the worst week of my life to say the least. I usually tell you all everything, but I don’t feel comfortable discussing this on my blog (I should note that it’s nothing involving the law)…
Anyway, back to baseball…
So, tomorrow is the Super Bowl. I’m pulling for the Cardinals. Only because I think Kurt Warner is a great person (not to mention he carried my fantasy football team this year). I’m not emotionally invested in the game, but I like sports so it’s all good.
Recently, I heard on the radio that someone (I forget who, sorry) did a study and the sale of Viagra, and other like products, goes up drastically during the week leading up to the Super Bowl. Now, that’s all we need at Super Bowl parties… some of those commercials are getting very vulgar (especially the PETA commercial that was banned).
Any who… I decided to investigate. I’ve decided that it’s baseball players (the super stars) who are buying all the Viagra… I mean how else could A-Rod keep up with Madonna? haha totally kidding about all of that.
OH!! I just went to my mail box and guess what. Joe Torre sent me a nice invitation to his annual Super Bowl party. “BYOB” what a penny pincher… I thought it wasn’t about the money, Joe… good thing I don’t drink. I go every year, but this year should be interesting, what with A-Fraud, Golden child Jeter, Boorish Boomer, and the likes all getting together to watch football. Maybe they’ll take some Viagra before they get to the party… wait, that’s not what I mean…
I guess I’ve got to go play peace maker at this thing…
I hear Larry King will be there too… Brian Cashman hasn’t RSVP’d according to Joe.
FINAL WHISPER: But seriously, that would be some interesting party wouldn’t it?! What I would give to just be a fly on the wall
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
Former Yankee and oldest living former MLB player passed away.
It’s pretty evident from this blog that I’m a Yankees fan, but I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned that I am also a Duke Blue Devils fan. It’s not always popular to be a Duke fan, but neither is being a Yankees fan. The local paper in Charlotte had a great article in the paper about the passing of the oldest former MLB player (who played for the Yankees and was an All-American basketball player at Duke). I hope you’ll all go read the article… click here.
I just want to send my deepest sympathies to the Werber family and friends. I wasn’t alive to see Bill Werber in action, but I hear he was a pretty great base runner… once a Yankee always a Yankee.
Final Whisper: My favorite part of the story come from this quote: “I crossed home plate before Babe got to first base – he took those little mincing steps, you know. When Babe came in to the dugout, he sat on the bench beside me. He patted me on the head and said, ‘Son, you don’t have to run like that when the Babe hits one.'”
Baseball Nerdish as Always,
Brit
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