It is almost not fair. We have been doing this MLB “Bringing the Heat” series all summer long; team by team, hottie by hottie, forearm by forearm, smile by smile, glute by glute, and I would wager that none – none – of the other teams even come close to stacking up to how hot the Detroit Tigers’ roster is on and off the field.
Our readers have been emailing all summer waiting for this post. They knew that here at Ladies…, not only were we going to find the best looking guys on the team, but we were going make sure to serve it up with something a little special. Well, how about a couple helpings of something special?
In a Ladies… first, an interview with Detroit center fielder and fellow blogger, Curtis Granderson. Followed by a full on smorgasboard of the finest looking Tigers in the land. And for dessert? How about some of cutest yearbook photos of Sean “The Mayor” Casey you will ever see?
I thought you’d be interested.
Batting first, as always, Mr. Granderson.
Curtis, you reached the exclusive 20-20-20 Club and jumped to the elite 20-20-20-20 Club just a couple of days later. Was it overwhelming to reach those two milestones in such quick succession?
It has been interesting to learn more about each milestone as I began to approach them. The history of finding out who the last people were to do it before, and also each day thinking about how my name is mentioned now with some of these greats was pretty special. It’s an honor to be mentioned with them.
Like everyone else, I am amazed at the way you’ve been banging out triples all season. There is something so thrilling and exciting about watching that mad dash around the bases that some how seems more terrifying to me than the leisurely jog around after a home run. Where do you try to look as you go from second to third? Do you yell “AHHHHH!” in fear on the inside as you make that run to third?
If there is a chance for a triple, as soon as the ball is in the outfield, my sights go to where the ball is, and then to my third base coach who is usually determining if I come to third or stop at second. Once he decides to wave me on to third base, my sights switch to the third baseman because I can tell a little bit by is expression if the play will be a close one or not. Finally, if I have made it in safely, I hear the crowd, and try to catch my breath. I do agree with you that the excitement of the triple is greater than that of the home run.
I know you’re a pretty big wrestling fan, and one of the re-occurring jokes we have on “Ladies…” is running away with our WWF Wrestling Buddies since a few of gals had them as kids. Did you have a Wrestling Buddy growing up, and if so, which wrestler did you have?
Junk Yard Dogg, KoKo B Ware, Jimmy Superfly Sunka, Hulk Hogan and Ultimate Warrior were all some of my all-time favs. But I didn’t have the Wrestling Buddy.
What we do at Ladies… is talk not only about the teams we adore and the players we admire, we also discuss how good some of our favorite players look in eye black, jerseys, and covered in dirt. Does it ever cross your mind that by being a Major League ballplayer, you also get to be at the receiving side of many girls’ baseball crushes? Do you know how good you look in eye black? (That last part is rhetorical.)
It is interesting with the crushes, because this is usually what I hear a lot, “Curtis, OH MY GOD, I love you, you are mine and my BOYFRIEND’S favorite player.” So as soon as I get a glimpse of a cute girl wearing my jersey I get back to reality with comments like that.
Everyone be sure to check out Curtis’s MySpace Page and ESPN blog. Thanks again to Curtis and his agent for being such a good sport and responding to our request. You can also vote for him in SI’s “Baseball’s Best-Dressed” category.
Next up, I am going to call in a couple of pinch hitters. Readers Pickle and Lainieb were so anxious to talk Tigers, they could not help but send in their thoughts on more than a few of the players, so I asked them to join me as we scoped out the squad.
Pickle – Mountain man hot. Super hot. Hottest pitcher on the team hot.
TSW – I am, and always will be, a sucker for redheads.
TSW – I could reach in for a hug right there.
TSW – Did you also know he had a blog?
Pickle – Adorable, obvs. The flat butt takes away a bit, but not enough to make him not hot.
TSW – Pancake butt or not, he still threw a no-no this year.
Pickle – Nickname: Sassy. For the strut, the huge wad of dip and the fact that he scans the crowd a lot, offering my friend who is in love with him hope. Seriously though, watch him, he is a total sassy-pants.
TSW – Tongue-wagging; check.
Pickle – Not really a hottie, but his athleticism and effort earn him points.
TSW – Girlfriend is talking crazy. Look at those forearms.
Pickle – Totally dirty-old-man hot.
TSW – I love men in their 40′s. I’m in.
TSW – Wears number 49 for his father, former Tiger Steve Grilli, and his nickname is “Cheese Man.” My love of cheese is well documented, which makes him a perfect fit.
Mike Rabelo and Jason Grilli
Lainieb – And for being an admirable backup to Pudge Rodriguez… Mike Rabelo.
Ivan “Pudge” Rodriguez
Pickle – Hot ass, hot cheekbones. The guy is cut.
TSW – One of the few former Marlins I can stand. Gets to be called “Pudge” and have it be hot.
Pickle – Go ahead and make fun of his hair all you want, but dude is smokin’. If you’ve ever been so fortunate to sit in the first row of the right field bleachers, you will be hypnotized by his ass. Plus, the way he runs on and off the field is adorable, like a lope. And he has kind eyes.
TSW – Inspired The Big Tilde movement, a nicknamed coined by some crazed Cub fan.
LainieB – Fresh up from Toledo AAA, Ryan Raburn. In which Ryan means “little King” in Greek, and we assume that Raburn means “of AWESOME.”
First Base Coach – Andy Van Slyke with Timo Perez
TSW – Still as hot now as when I loved him as a Pirate. To be honest, he might have become hottter with age. You want to see a really smoking photo of AVS? Go here.
And finally…The Mayor: Sean Casey
Pickle – See Inge, minus the athleticism. You gotta love The Mayor, though, and his patented motorcycle kick before he bats.
Brandon Inge and Sean Casey
TSW – This might be the Sean you guys know, but I remember a Sean that was homecoming king…
…High School Baseball Champ…
…who once went into the funniest rant about Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” that I ever heard.
And now all the boys I grew up with talk about when they struck him out in third grade.