The Ladies… play MLB GM: Call up Lenny DiNardo?

If I had a nickel for every time I wanted to do Royals General Manager Dayton Moore’s job, I’d have…a shitload of nickels. I’d love to think GMDM totally reads all the Royals blogs out there, and considers our suggestions. That’s proooobably not the case at all, but just in case: Hey GMDM, call up Lenny DiNardo! He could help your bullpen! And he’s a lefty!

Oh, and…he looks like this:

We have the Omaha World Herald to thank for this work of art.

We have the Omaha World Herald to thank for this work of art.

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It’s good news/infuriating news day here in Phillies country.


Well, it’s all over, including the shouting. Voting in the Final Vote contest has ended and the results have been tabulated. This year’s All Stars, after days of furious campaigning (more on that later) are Philadelphia center fielder Shane Victorino (and his million kilowatt smile) and Detroit Third Baseman Brandon Inge. (This lady is convinced that Inge is actually thirteen years old and potentially ineligible to work, much less in the Majors, but that is neither here nor there.)

Victorino finished with the greatest amount of votes for any single player in the history of the Final Vote campaign with 15.6 million. (The previous record holder was Evan Longoria with nine million. Once again, the Phillies roll to victory over the Rays. Suck it, Tampa.)
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Hump Day Hotties: The Call-Ups

So I know we all get excited when baseball season is underway.  We love watching our hotties play and our teams do well.  For me, when my beloved Orioles start to suck again, it can be hard to devote my time to following the team.  That is why I have come to love the mid-season call-up.  Trust me, I know who the hotties are on the team, but I’m curious about those boys in the minors.  I know names and who is supposed to be good, but I don’t necessarily know their faces.  So I always look forward to a new face in the clubhouse.

After the jump, I’ve hand selected some drool-worthy hotties. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

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Ryan Braun Goes Streaking

For my first post I wanted to show some hometown love. Sadly, I think the pickin’s are pretty slim, but I’ve decided to work with what I’ve got.

In honor of Ryan Braun’s stellar week – and because nothing’s hotter than breaking a slump, proving you’re not injured and leading your team on a winning road trip and a four-game win streak…

.927 slugging percentage

.565 batting average
13 hits
4 HR
8 runs

…it seemed an apt time to honor the forearms of doom:


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Home Run Derby contest

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.)

The lineup:

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

Baseball Break Time

We have reached the All-Star break and guess who are the best 3 teams in the National League?  The Milwaukee Brewers, St. Louis Cardinals and Chicago Cubs.  The NL Central rocks this year.  Fear the Midwesterners!  The Dutch girl picked us!  Us!  Not you!  Holland loves the NL Central, thank you Amsterdam, good night!

I enjoy the All-Star break.  Sure, it’s 3 days without real baseball, but I like the Home Run Derby and the All-Star Game.  Should it decide home field advantage in the World Series?  HELL NO (2004stillbitterfreakinRedSoxgrumblegrumbleharumphharumph).  But I love how the players goof around with each other while cute little kids run around.  Since Cinnamon Girl already delightfully highlighted the All Stars, I’d like to take this chance to highlight the Derby guys.  The Home Run Derby airs tonight at 8/7 central on ESPN.  Tune in for a Bugs & Cranks liveblog!

Lance Berkman

The thing that ate Lance Berkman, really.

The thing that ate Lance Berkman, really.

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