The Rookies

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"That's exactly what WE look like!"

Speaking Sputnik

Fire Lovie Smith. Read the rest of this entry →

Vaya con Dios, Esteban.

It’s silly and trivial and stupid to be upset that Chad Ochocinco is apparently leaving Twitter.
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A pensive, younger Josh Hamilton.

Last year, in May, no less a baseball authority than Nolan Ryan said Josh Hamilton reminded him of Mickey Mantle, comparing his talents to those of the legendary Mick.

It’s time we compared the lives of Hamilton and Mantle, too. Read the rest of this entry →

At this point, fans of other SEC schools are obliged to start hoping for Kentucky’s John Wall to return to a life of breaking into homes and being worth discussing for something other than punking NBA veterans. Good sweet bluegrass.

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Fiercer than Yuniesky Betancourt's bat!

When cats run on the field at baseball games, it is a fun and exciting diversion that is usually laughed off and celebrated. Kansas City Royals manager Trey Hillman, on the other hand, has no clue how to respond:

“Was I smiling? I don’t know if I smiled or not. It was one of those things that didn’t really surprise me. I was surprised it wasn’t entirely black.”

This is the 66th time Hillman has been at a loss this year.

The cat was immediately signed as a replacement for the entire team, for it is cute, possibly cuddly, and might give Zack Greinke run support every once in a while.

There is bizarre, and then there is appropriating a meme from It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia to, uh, save the Buick Open. Thanks to Matt for linking this.

Oh, yeah, and Tiger won. Yay?

An embed of more of the “Greenman” meme after the jump. Read the rest of this entry →

Smiling? Immodest.

Columnisting, which is defined by me as “the moronic convention of sports writers being force to shoehorn an angle and some opinion into a set word length,” is increasingly turning into a race to the most inoffensive conveyance of suburban smarm.

Rick Reilly’s so good at it that he’s almost shark-like: If he smells something even slightly deviant from the country club’s sensibilities, he snaps it up.

If this persists, we’re going to need a bigger blog.

Sore winners

These folks have won a lot. You’d think they’d be better at it.

The writing jokes write themselves! Read the rest of this entry →

Francisco Martinez does his best Failcoeur.

Every year the Mets seem poised for a great season, and…fail. But two Rookies disagree on whether you should feel bad for them. Read the rest of this entry →