A look into the situations of Ted Lilly and Brett Myers.
Mr. T. Front row, just to the first base side of home plate. He pops on the screen and I yell “Mr. T! Wow, how does he rate such good tickets?!” Mrs. Shyster turns to me like I’m an idiot and says, “He’s Mr. T. Of course he has great tickets.” I had no argument.
I know I throw a lot of old references out there, but I’d like to think they read better than this one about the Cubs’ impotent offense from Gordon Wittennyer of the Chicago Sun-Times: Chumbawamba and Vanilla Ice have more hit singles than these guys had the last week.
Tom Boswell must be trying to spike Marty Brennaman’s blood pressure: Throughout his eight years with the Reds, five of them 40-homer seasons, Dunn was typecast as the easy-going lug who didn’t care enough — about the team, his defense, his conditioning. That image was part of the reason the Nats got him when the […]
I know it’s a holiday. Who cares? I’m here, I have an Internet hookup and some free time to blog today. The urge to grill and drink beer is probably going to take over sometime early this afternoon, but until then, here are six posts for your edification and enjoyment: Jim Leyritz is only making […]