Hard Knocks Joe Brings the Ladies to All-Star Weekend (Almost)
Arizona’s Maricopa County is sheriffed (a word that doesn’t exist, but if it did, would be used primarily in the Southwest United States) by Joe Arpaio, the country’s self-proclaimed “toughest sheriff.” He runs the nation’s only female chain gang and he’s got plans for Arizona’s most recent female DUI convicts: head to the All-Star Game!
If Heaven Is A Baseball Field, This Is What The National Anthem Will Sound Like
Look, it ain’t no secret that I’m a big, big fan of Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band. Go ahead and peruse the site if you don’t believe me. But I’ve got a job to do and can’t go on and on about Clarence Clemons and what he meant to me and many others.
So instead, you get this.
Opening Day Means It’s Time For A Crotch-Punch Story
With the start of the 2011 baseball season just a matter of hours away, it behooved me turn your attention to a couple things: 1) the Wall Street Journal wrote one heckuva feature on Arizona’s bullpen catcher and “human garbage can” Jeff Motuzas, 2) The D.C. Sports Blog followed up with a brief but killer spotlight on Motuzas’ clubhouse partnership with the Nationals’ Opening Day starter Livan Hernandez, and c) there is no “c.” The first two were numbers, remember?
The Best Time Mickey Mantle Ever Had Arriving On Third Base (NSWF)
The website www.lettersofnote.com released a verified document this week from Yankee Hall of Famer Mickey Mantle, detailing his favorite experience at Yankee Stadium that was intended for use in a then-upcoming 50th anniversary of Yankee Stadium celebration.
So what did he say? His 52 homers in ’56? Any of his seven World Series victories? His back-to-back MVP awards? Close. Assuming you consider sexual relations underneath the Yankee Stadium bleachers “close.”
Say What You Will, This Guy Is Better Than Jared Leto
I always promised myself that if I ever had an opportunity to talk to a celebrity, I wouldn’t ask a question they’ve heard a thousand times before. I’d ask them something like, “how do you prefer your corn? Cut? On the cobb? I’d ask if they ever cut the corn directly off the cobb and formed tiny, fragile sheets of corn. This would stun the celebrity. They’d never forget me. Probably because they’d think I was nuts.
