I hail from Nebraska, and I like to take pictures. I love the Royals more than what the Surgeon General recommends (the recommendation, in case you need to know, is about 4.5 milligrams per day for persons of average height and weight).
I like football quite a bit. My preference is college, but the NFL is pretty neat too, and it’s a way to pass the time in the winter when it is Sunday, or Monday, or Thursday, or whatever. But I’m just not into pro football the way I am some sports. (And by “some sports,” I mean baseball.) So what’s the deal with preseason NFL coverage?
I understand this fellow will be starting for Chicago this year?
NFL people, help a Lady out here. I have so many questions!
I’m normally somewhat rational, but baseball is always my vacation from reason. It doesn’t make sense to devote every waking moment to a single sport – especially when I root for the team that doesn’t often love me back. And rational thought tells me that my actions can not possibly affect how the Royals play when they are hundreds of miles from where I sit to watch or listen, but I don’t want to take any chances.
Yes, I have lucky underwear for the Royals. These are not them, but you get the idea.
For one more day, it’s the time of year when there’s nothing on but baseball (apparently some people think that’s a bad thing?), and some interesting MLB divisional races are revealing themselves to us, like a sweet Christmas gift unwrapping itself.
No, not THAT kind of Christmas gift!
Metsy already told you about some of the MLB divisional races earlier today, so now we’ll explore the flipside – probable last-place teams…after the jump. Continue reading →
“In your experience, does ‘pink hat syndrome’ actually exist, which is to say, a woman wearing a pink hat for her team is far more likely to be a bandwagon fan and far less likely to have a depth of knowledge in the realm of sport?”
Pink hats: a problem for "real sports fans" everywhere?
Twice this week, I’ve seen things at baseball games that may end up being some of my favorite sports memories, ever. One was nothing historically significant; just a really well-pitched minor league game that ended with a walkoff home run. The other probably also holds no huge, big-picture significance, but it was good for a chuckle: Royals shortstop Tony Pena, Jr. pitching. Pitching really, really well.
Maybe these two games won’t stand the test of time; but some moments will be with me forever: Continue reading →
At the beginning of the season, the Ladies… assembled an All-Hottie team of some of the game’s best propsects (along with some random hotties). As we round out the final few hours of the All-Star Break (finally!), let’s check up on some of our prospects and see how they’re doing.
It’s not mud wrestling or a pillow fight, but the Ladies… are riled up about tonight’s Home Run Derby. We’ve made our picks, and the winner will get to do something…mysterious and totally cool. (Also known as, we haven’t figured out what we want to do yet.)
Evan Longoria: Chitown Chick
Josh Hamilton: Metschick
Ryan Braun: Misstress Christina
Lance Berkman: La M Alana
Justin Morneau: Lady Andrea and Cinnamon Girl
Dan Uggla: The Dame of Extra Time
Chase Utley: SA
Grady Sizemore: Miss Minda
First off, the Ladies… wish a heartfelt congratulations to Royals second baseman Mark Grudzielanek on collecting hits #1999 and 2000 tonight. Grudz looked much younger than his 38 years as he cruised into first base, unable to hide a boyish grin as the crowd, fountains, and fireworks erupted. Though he was soon erased in a double play, the hat-tip and ovation made for a really sweet moment for a very likeable ballplayer.
At some point early last season, I made up my mind that I absolutely hate day baseball games. I’m not entirely sure what happened during a day game that made me so spiteful towards that time slot, but there it is. But lately, I have been trying to like afternoon baseball a little bit more, and about 99% of my past English teachers would have me draft up a pro/con list to help determine the stronger argument.
This was the first Google Image result for “day game.” Not a promising start, but we’ll forge ahead.Continue reading →
But I did just realize that “Nippert” sounds really funny if you say it out loud a bunch of times in a row. Try it with me…Nippert, Nippert, Nippertnippertnippert. Hm, I think I have been out in the sun too long, and my brain should not be anywhere near your Internets. Sorry, I’ll show myself to the door now…
After a sweep of the Colorado Rockies, my Kansas City Royals are no longer in last place in the AL Central. (That honor belongs to Cleveland. Here are the standings.) My parents wanted to go to this series, and invited me along. How could I say no? So my camera and I went along to the City of Kansas (and Missouri).
Seriously, Tuesday was a PERFECT baseball day in KC. I even got to meet some of our readers!
Farewell, dearest Tigers of Louisiana State. Right before Tim Federowicz launched his grand slam in the top of the 9th inning (in what had been a tie game), I heard an LSU fan say, “Oh, this guy only has 4 homers this year; we can get him.”
And just like that, they did not “get him.” UNC went on to win 7-3 to send LSU home, and continue its own quest to finish in 2nd place in the College World Series…again. But there was a streaker! Check out the ground crew guy’s tackle!!
I had never been to a sporting event where there was a streaker. Now I have been, and it was at least as hilarious as I had always imagined.
Something you should know about Miss Minda: I hate Miami sports. As far as I’m concerned, “Da U!” can eat poop. They were #1 heading into the College World series, but after facing Stanford last night…they gone!
Georgia, Stanford, Fresno State, and either North Carolina or LSU (depending on tonight, plus another game tomorrow if necessary) are still in it. Here’s the bracket, for your viewing pleasure.
And here was the view from my lovely GA seats, as taken by my badass friend Kacey:
The Dame of Extra Time has been busting her gorgeous booty keeping up with all the Euro 2008 action – way too many posts this week for me to choose from. Check out all the coverage at This Is Extra Time.
SA is sick, and we should really bring her some soup.
Sometimes, when I get really really steamed, I can think of only one way to sort through my anger: Bake cookies. Some recipes are better than others for dealing with different types of annoyance, and since I’ve had plenty of opportunities to explore those, I’ll show you the delicious peanut buttery way:
All right, yo. In the spirit of Cinnamon Girl’s new zeal for fitness, let’s follow the example of a successful professional athlete and move, move, move! Today, we’ll look to New York Yankee Joba Chamberlain, a Nebraska native who had a sparkling run in relief last year (except that stupid bug game) and is making his first MLB start tonight.
Hey look, a former Husker! [/homerism] Get on up and dance with Joba after the jump.Continue reading →
Many years ago, the Kansas City Royals were no-hit by Jon Lester, and they haven’t won a game since. Wait, that was like 11 days ago but time has dragged by while Royals Nation waits for the team to pull out some kind of non-failure. It’s been a voyage of suckitude not seen since the infamous 19-game losing streak of 2005. You want to know how it feels? I’ll show you:
Hey all, it’s time for our newish weekly feature: The Ladies… This Week. Pretty simple — It’s new stuff from the Ladies’ other websites this week.
Once upon a time, on a Sunday afternoon, a lady blogger was supposed to do this post about her fellow bloggerettes’ activities of the previous week. Instead, she disappeared into the wilderness for many hours, and now needs some water, aspirin, quiet, and sleep. But first, here’s the post she owed y’all:
Fantastic news: Arizona State has reinstated wrestling!!! Let’s not let any more programs be canned, shall we? Read more from Chitown Chick.
The Dame of Extra Time uncovers the truth about Didier’s slap-happiness with Vidic; it’s more scandalous than I could have imagined.
I love how much we get to let sports matter in our lives. Sure, in the grand scheme of things, today’s matchups don’t matter, nor do tomorrow’s, and nor would it really matter if MLB started using instant replay in games. But we get to make those things matter; we get to love our teams wildly, our moods rising and falling with their performances. We get to skip work for day games, keep our young kids up way late for extra innings (even in minor league games), heckle like our lives depend on it…and endure horrific customer non-service for jerseys.
Oh Banny, I’d jump through hoops of fire for you and your spectacular brain!
At first glance, it seems so true. Yes, facial hair is hot, sometimes devastatingly so. But then…sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes grown men can’t figure out how to look in the mirror and see that the things they’ve grown on their chins are making them exponentially less attractive. These grown men, of course, are Major League Baseball players, whose facial hair offenses range from mildly offensive to vomit-inducing. Let’s take a journey down the path of how not to shave your face.
Oh, John Garland…can’t you see that fungus-esque bit you missed when you last shaved?
This is my awkward introductory sentence wherein I inform you that this is my first post here, and I’m very nervous. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on to the Hotties!
It’s easy to forget sometimes that the hotties in the Majors aren’t the only ones. I know, sometimes life gets kind of hectic, and so you don’t have the time to keep up with the minor leaguers in your team’s farm system.
You’re missing out.
When these hotties make it to The Show, some will discover their prettiness for the first time. But you will know better; you will have followed the hotness all the way from the creaky buses of the minors to the chartered flights and luxurious life of the majors. It will be hard to match last year’s class of tasty prospects, but let’s give it a shot.
Taking the hill for our all-hottie team, we’ve got Ruddy Lugo, a Mets prospect who scores points for his talent, his looks, and being the younger brother of Julio Lugo. (The Lugo brothers were once teammates with the Rays – cute, right?) Baseball Prospectus describes his curveball as “nifty,” and reports that his fastball hits 95 at times. The Internets do not have enough pictures of Ruddy; I’d like to launch a campaign to change that. I’ll call it Take More Pictures of Ruddy Lugo, Then Post Them Online, or TMPoRLTPTO for short. But here’s one of the few.