Today at THT

I hesitate to overshare, but some of you seem to have some genuine concern for me, so I’ll give you the update: no, I am no longer looking for a legal job. This is not because I found a new one yet, but because me and the other gals in the neighborhood decided that it was just too much fun playing poker for coupons and meeting at someone else’s house each afternoon for Oprah. Wait, what? Are you . . .? Don’t you look at me that way. I SLAVE around this house all day and have dinner ready when you get home, so don’t you judge me just because I’ve had a glass of white zin before five . . . stop. We’ll continue this discussion later. My stories are starting:

Dan McLaughlin — a/k/a The Baseball Crank — has an extraordinarily in-depth look at catchers and the Hall of Fame. Seriously kids, everyone needs to go potty before reading this, because it’s a long trip and we’re not stopping the car until we get there.

Craig Brown analyzes the life and times of Zach Greinke, Kansas City’s newest millionaire. He’s going to form the second part of some new baseball poetry for the Royals:

First we’ll use Meche,
then we’ll use Greinke,
Then an off day
and the next two are stinky.
Back will come Meche,
followed by Greinke,
And followed
we know
by two days that are stinky.

Finally, Richard Barbieri uses his This Week in Annotated Baseball History entry to discuss players with funny nicknames. Just missing the cut: Ducky “Lead Legs” Cronin and Walter “Sh**ty Batter” Dugan.

Gotta go now: the man of the house will be home soon, and while cooking fresh food for, um, her is just a drag, I bought an instant cake and can burn a frozen steak. Man, what a drag it is gettin’ old.