text message on patrol:
from my father: "Good career move josh. Have fun in latvia next year." Jun 29, 6:56 a.m.
from my father: "Good career move josh. Have fun in latvia next year." Jun 29, 6:56 a.m.
a quote from a certain family member while discussing sports today: "These days I can name more professional golfers than fucking baseball players and I still have no idea who Aaron Baddeley is."
I ask you to watch this little clip not for the valuable scouting insight it offers into Yanks pitcher Philip Hughes, but for the transplendent four seconds of neck-fat about 2/3 of the way through. I'd tell you to keep an eye out for it, but it's pretty much impossible to miss/awesome.
This one goes out to Brooks and Brett. They were my neighbors as a kid, and they helped fuel my short-lived enthusiasm for pro wrestling, as well as basement hockey and backyard golf. Nowadays I feel the same about pro wrestling as Ben does about interleague play, except for the "tradition" part.
believe it or not but a ton of good tickets remain for next weekend's super hot Royals-Marlins series; man interleague play gets more exciting every year!! I'm really glad baseball trashed 100 years of glorious tradition for an inane novelty.
Roger Clemens completed his last minor league assingment on Saturday defeating the Double A Pittsburgh Pirates of the Eastern League.
these pictures from the Washington Post capture the mix of depraved seediness and exclusivity that makes horse racing such a great sport; I like pictures and stories!!
the Anaheim Ducks won the Stanley Cup this week; few people care and even fewer people watched but the triumph of the hockey team closer to the San Fernando Valley than any other is worth nothing for one reason:


