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.
I had a great idea to do a post about the Futures game, checking out more than just the on-field talent. However, there are not a lot of pictures out there of minor league players, it turns out. Google Images and I spent some quality time together and I came up with very little.
Look to Crane to give you some Futures hottie love later…
So instead of giving you relevant content, I’m taking over.
It’s my birthday tomorrow, so follow me after the jump where I indulge myself by posting pictures of soccer boys that make me happy!
For each one of you that sees the “Read the rest of this entry” link here and doesn’t click on it, a child is taught that Saves are useful statistics and that Derek Jeter is worthy of this year’s All-Star Game start. (So that’s a maybe. But do you really want to risk it?)
Nothing too unusual for Doc, who breezed through 9 innings on 103 pitches, giving up 5 hits and 1 run without walking a batter. He faced 30 hitters — 3 more than the minimum — and 72 of his pitches were in the strike zone, in sharp contrast to the MLB-average 60-ish percent of pitches thrown for strikes. In case you’re wondering, he throws an average of 67% strikes, an advantage of being a contact pitcher who stays down in the strike zone rather than a power pitcher who simply tries to blow the hitters away.
You, over there, reading this post. Are you looking for your stoicism? Well that’s too bad, because Roy Halladay took it and it’s unlikely you’ll get it back.
Well, I guess we all knew this was coming. Nothing lasts forever, not even the oogling of hot athletes doing what they and we love most. Actually, that will last forever. I mean, can you just stop admiring Grady Sizemore’s smile of Rafael Nadal’s ass? No? Well, we can’t either. It’s just the writing of it that will stop.
So I have the unlucky task of breaking the news. It’s with a heavy heart that I say that some of our ladies will be leaving Ladies… Don’t fret though, because Miss Minda and Games Mistress will be continuing on and keeping up the Ladies… standard. For right now some of us would like to say a last word to all of you. Hit the jump for our last words.