Stuff I wrote while realizing that my rant yesterday is going to result in like 10 people getting me the Bob Dylan Christmas album as a gift this year:
Aaron Crow signs. Thank God he avoided that train wreck of an organization in Washington and got more money to boot. What? He signed with the Royals? And for half a million less than the Nats offered? Well played, Aaron!
Joe, you haven’t worked in New York for a few years now. And you manage in Los Angeles. Ixnay on the Ankeesyay-Edray Oxsay ivalryray, OK?
DiMaggio was an arrogant jerk; Whitey Ford doctored the ball, says wife-swapper.
Framing the pitch: it’s not just for Paul Bako and Charlie O’Brien anymore.
Remember back when the Rangers were going to trade spare catchers for Greinke and Buchholz and Porcello and eternal life and all of that? Yeah, well Pudge is OK too.
One of the things I’ve always found hardest to understand about humans is their habit of continuously stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in “It’s a nice day, or “You’re very tall”, or “Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right?”
Bob Dylan Christmas: still better than Kings of Leon.
Can we call this the McCarver-Dierdorf theorem henceforth?
Bob Dlyan Christmas may be better than Kings of Leon. However, I’m in a position to neither confirm nor disconfirm that his sex is on fire.
Re the Wife Swapper: I’m no longer surprised to what depths people will sink for a buck…disgusted, but not surprised. I consider myself very fortunate to have had a friend (I won’t name-drop, but he was Roger Maris’ roommate) who shared stories of the 1961 Yankees. He told me that he had been asked many times to write or coauthor a book about the team. His comment was that nobody would want to read it because (and I’m paraphrasing) he couldn’t bring himself to write cr*p about his teammates simply because they were human. He was a great guy and honorable man. Too bad there aren’t more of them.
Well, you have to keep your mouth from seizing up.
I often find myself saying “It’s dark… Dark, no light.”
One of the things I’ve always found hardest to understand about humans is their habit of continuously stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in “It’s a nice day, or “You’re very tall”, or “Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right?”
—Douglas Adams
Author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Perhaps Crow just wanted to play for the Completely Superior in Every Way (TM) American League.
You know what? The obvious often needs to be stated over and over again because the really hard-to-believe thing about humans is they usually ignore it and act on what they want to be true instead.
Obvious, I know.