Saturday, October 1, 2011
MVotD - Eminem - Till I Collapse
No official vid. I do not think that those who listen to this will be throwing out sheckles for Real Steel. Enjoy the pixels.
GO BUCKS!
Who Says Castro Didn't Play Ball?
If I were supreme dictator, I would credit myself with 23 perfect games ervry day.
Saturday Morning Cartoons
Pretty Girl 10.01.11 - Valerie Azlynn
Friday, September 30, 2011
Oooh, Trivia!
With the 2011 Major League regular season at an end, all sorts of obscure occurrences have become official. Let's take a gander:
Dodgers infielder Eugenio Velez finished the year 0-for-37. 37 at-bats. 0 hits. That, my friends is a record. Velez eclipse the late, great Hal Finney, who had held the mark for the 75 years since he failed in all 35 of his AB's for the 1935 Pirates. Not only does Eugenio take home that record, but, as a lovely parting gift, he also set a new mark for futility over multiple seasons. Velez is hitless over his past 46 trips to plate. Another record, this one is still live. Should an organization give him a shot in seasons to come, Eugenio has the rare opportunity to further perfect imperfection. SB Nation's Grant Bisbee had this to say on Velez --
Thought you had heard everything about the Red Sox perdition and the Rays glory? How's about this one:
The odds that Rays would erase their September deficit, then overcome the Yankees 7 run 8th inning lead and that the Sox would blow their game against Baltimore? 1-in-278,000,000. That is 1 in 278 million. A little context: According to the bookofodds.com, any of the members were more likely to get struck by lightning (1 in 835,000), win a Powerball drawing (1 in 195,000,000) or die in a shark attack (1 in 250,800,000).
All of that still does not excuse this gaff by Boston Globe beat writer Dan Shaunessy --
Those self same Rays sent top pitching prospect Matt Moore (nice guy, nice outing) to the mound to start game 1 of their ALDS against Texas. Moore had made 1 MLB start and would not have even been eligible for the post-season roster had Jeff Niemann not suffered an injury. Both the single start and his 9.1 career innings pitched coming in are the lowest ever for a Game 1 SP. 7 IP, 0 R, 2 H, 2 BB, 6 K. Not too shabby.
As always, more to come.
Cheers.
P.s. Oops again Boston. Good times never seemed so good. So good.
Dodgers infielder Eugenio Velez finished the year 0-for-37. 37 at-bats. 0 hits. That, my friends is a record. Velez eclipse the late, great Hal Finney, who had held the mark for the 75 years since he failed in all 35 of his AB's for the 1935 Pirates. Not only does Eugenio take home that record, but, as a lovely parting gift, he also set a new mark for futility over multiple seasons. Velez is hitless over his past 46 trips to plate. Another record, this one is still live. Should an organization give him a shot in seasons to come, Eugenio has the rare opportunity to further perfect imperfection. SB Nation's Grant Bisbee had this to say on Velez --
If you're not Giants or Dodgers fan, you might not have heard of him until just now, but he's amazing. He's fast, but he can't run the bases. He certainly can't bunt. You might think Steve Carlton holds the all-time record for pickoffs with 144. You'd be wrong. Velez has about 167 (rough estimate). He can't play second base or the outfield, which makes him like a Jack Cust but one who is routinely stuck at second base, or in the outfield. When Velez plays baseball, Hunter Pence stops to say, "My word, that Velez fellow is gangly and awkward."
Thought you had heard everything about the Red Sox perdition and the Rays glory? How's about this one:
The odds that Rays would erase their September deficit, then overcome the Yankees 7 run 8th inning lead and that the Sox would blow their game against Baltimore? 1-in-278,000,000. That is 1 in 278 million. A little context: According to the bookofodds.com, any of the members were more likely to get struck by lightning (1 in 835,000), win a Powerball drawing (1 in 195,000,000) or die in a shark attack (1 in 250,800,000).
All of that still does not excuse this gaff by Boston Globe beat writer Dan Shaunessy --
Those self same Rays sent top pitching prospect Matt Moore (nice guy, nice outing) to the mound to start game 1 of their ALDS against Texas. Moore had made 1 MLB start and would not have even been eligible for the post-season roster had Jeff Niemann not suffered an injury. Both the single start and his 9.1 career innings pitched coming in are the lowest ever for a Game 1 SP. 7 IP, 0 R, 2 H, 2 BB, 6 K. Not too shabby.
As always, more to come.
Cheers.
P.s. Oops again Boston. Good times never seemed so good. So good.
Pretty Girl 09.30.11 - Kiira Korpi
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Dan Johnson, Robert Andino & Bryce Harper?
It has been a season of colossal collapses. Shortly after the Braves tied the 1964 Phillies for the greatest squandering of a September lead (8.5 games), the Red Sox, in truly dramatic fashion, finished frittering away a 9 game cushion. If you do not know about Johnson and Andino, I shall allow the good people from MLB.com to edify you below. So, why the heck is Bryce Harper's name on the list?
On August 18th, the Harrisburg Senators played the last game of a three game set against the Aeros in Akron. Jonesing for Harper's signature on a baseball, I bought the first row seats right next to the visitor's dugout. Long story short, Bryce signed for a bunch of yahoos that were spilling over from the three rows back and, literally, signed for the retard next to me before sauntering into the dugout, leaving my desires unrequited. I know that it seems utterly inconsequential. I recognize that, in the grand scheme of things (whatever the hell that is), my lack of Bryce Harper's autograph is about on par with whether you trimmed your toe nails today. Still, examined outside of a vacuum (I'll tell you later), the incident threw me into a spiral of despair. As I struggled with the notion that life is comprised of only pain and disappointment, most other aspects of my life suffered.
One of those affected acitivities was... wait for it... my fantasy baseball team. As I journeyed north for the long weekend that would undoubtedly include my acquisition of a prized sovereign, my fantasy team, The Long Ball (cuz chicks dig it), held a 29.5 point advantage. As I utterly neglected my team, 20 points bled away in a week. By the time that I finally regathered myself, it was too late. Even as frantic transactions stabalized the situation, the lead continued to trickle into oblivion. In mid-September, I relinquised 1st place for the first time since April. Similar to Boston and Atlanta, I came into the final day still with an opportunity to avoid disaster. I trailed by 3.5 and I had Matt Cain going. Then Cain got scratched. Crap. In the end, the 120 transactions that shuffled my roster over the course of the 162 game schedule were inadequate and The Long Ball finished 2nd, 2 points behind.
To Jonathan Papelbon, to Craig Kimbrel. To Derek Lowe and Daniel Bard. To the fans on Yawkey Street and in Fulton County, as the long, cold winter begins, I will quote from from the Gospel of Baldwin, the prophet Stephen, the book of The Usual Suspects, "Bad day... fuck it."
Cheers.
P.s. Nice recap piece here. Or as I said about 32 times, "Are you kidding me?" Best night of regular season baseball that I have ever seen. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that I had the Braves on the big screen, the Sox on my laptop and the Rays on an iPhone. ;-j
On August 18th, the Harrisburg Senators played the last game of a three game set against the Aeros in Akron. Jonesing for Harper's signature on a baseball, I bought the first row seats right next to the visitor's dugout. Long story short, Bryce signed for a bunch of yahoos that were spilling over from the three rows back and, literally, signed for the retard next to me before sauntering into the dugout, leaving my desires unrequited. I know that it seems utterly inconsequential. I recognize that, in the grand scheme of things (whatever the hell that is), my lack of Bryce Harper's autograph is about on par with whether you trimmed your toe nails today. Still, examined outside of a vacuum (I'll tell you later), the incident threw me into a spiral of despair. As I struggled with the notion that life is comprised of only pain and disappointment, most other aspects of my life suffered.One of those affected acitivities was... wait for it... my fantasy baseball team. As I journeyed north for the long weekend that would undoubtedly include my acquisition of a prized sovereign, my fantasy team, The Long Ball (cuz chicks dig it), held a 29.5 point advantage. As I utterly neglected my team, 20 points bled away in a week. By the time that I finally regathered myself, it was too late. Even as frantic transactions stabalized the situation, the lead continued to trickle into oblivion. In mid-September, I relinquised 1st place for the first time since April. Similar to Boston and Atlanta, I came into the final day still with an opportunity to avoid disaster. I trailed by 3.5 and I had Matt Cain going. Then Cain got scratched. Crap. In the end, the 120 transactions that shuffled my roster over the course of the 162 game schedule were inadequate and The Long Ball finished 2nd, 2 points behind.
To Jonathan Papelbon, to Craig Kimbrel. To Derek Lowe and Daniel Bard. To the fans on Yawkey Street and in Fulton County, as the long, cold winter begins, I will quote from from the Gospel of Baldwin, the prophet Stephen, the book of The Usual Suspects, "Bad day... fuck it."
Cheers.
P.s. Nice recap piece here. Or as I said about 32 times, "Are you kidding me?" Best night of regular season baseball that I have ever seen. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that I had the Braves on the big screen, the Sox on my laptop and the Rays on an iPhone. ;-j
Pretty Girl 09.29.11 - Mellisa Stark
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Pretty Girl 09.28.11 - Leryn Franco
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