I’m just going to go ahead and get this AL West thing out of the way.
I and a few of the people I talk to about baseball on a daily basis had really high hopes for Oakland.
They seem amazing. I mean when Andy LaRoche is suppose to be a backup and he is hitting .444 for you. You’ve got sick depth.
One of my favorite players, when he was apart of the Rockies, Brian Fuentes is the closer. There are a lot of things to like about the team, but there they are at the bottom of the division with Seattle.
Texas looks unstoppable. A +22 Run Differential and a league leading .603 Slugging Percentage. That’s dirrty with two R’s. Similar to Christina Aguilera.
I don’t really have too much faith in Seattle or LA. I’m not really ready to give up hope on Oakland either.
Speaking of giving up, Manny Ramirez retired today after 19 years in the MLB.
I hate when the ESPN personalities say things like, “He retires after 19 years of service.” Like he’s in the military or something. Like he’s forced to be there. No, Manny retired from a game, and for good reason. Manny was facing a 100 game suspension for HGH.
Standard, I know.
I was sitting at the bar last night, watching ESPN talk about this.
They were showing clips of Manny hitting home runs, flopping around on the ground like a mad man, high-fiving fans after making catches, etc…
I saw this, and I thought to myself: I love Manny. I really don’t give a shit if he did HGH. He was an entertaining character in a sport without many entertaining characters.
Anyway, he’s going to Spain now. The deuces have been thrown up.
This seems like as good of a time as any to talk about Tiger Woods.
He’s amazing! He’s the best! He’s going to win the Masters!
Well, at least we all hope so.
How nuts would that be. Seriously… Tiger wins the Masters.
My friends and I are of course doing the degenerate thing and gambling on Sunday.
We are pulling names out of a hat and if that guy wins we get the pot. If none of our guys win, then I guess it’s guy with the highest score.
We haven’t really thought any of this through, just that we totally want to do it. Like… really bad.
I am sure to get someone just barely in the top 10. I’ll of course be rooting like hell for him. Cursing at the TV when he misses putts. Saying things like, “I’d fucking make that.” It’s going to be awesome.