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.
One-and-two-and-one-and HIGH STEP! Left leg up, right arm sweep, and STEP-two-three-four!
That’s the way! Keep it up! Now make a wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide base and twist-six-seven-eight!
All right all right! Stand up straight and skip-two-three-four!
Whew! That was intense. So stand in place and reeeeest.
In all seriousness, it’s hard not to love Joba Chamberlain. I know, he’s a Yankee. I know, I hate that team. Many of us here do…Evil Empire and all that. But for the first time in my life, I have found myself setting aside that burning hatred for the team, because my love and admiration for Joba was stronger. If you haven’t yet, treat yourself to his life story. It’s beautiful, inspiring in a way that’s bigger than a Hollywood screenplay, deeper than a gripping TV series, and definitely more human than some great disdain for a too-wealthy baseball team. I wish him the very best of luck in his endeavors as a starting pitcher, because he has earned the right to have only the best things come to him.
Plus, he makes a kickass Cowardly Lion.
UPDATE: Oh, dear. Things didn’t go so hot for our favorite little lion.