EVERYBODY WHO WANTS TO TRY OUT FOR FIRST, GET IN LINE.
We just signed 32-year-old Morgan Ensberg, evidently because Shane Spencer declined to come out of retirement.
Eric Duncan, where art thou?
Of course, giving a long-term contract to a pitcher can be risky. Only three have gotten deals worth more than $100 million: Barry Zito (San Francisco), Mike Hampton (Colorado) and Kevin Brown (Los Angeles Dodgers).
Special to IT IS HIGH from Science Correspondent MONS MEG
Nobody thought he had it in him.
There was the look on his mug. The cig dangling. The forehead bigger than a supermodel's back. There was the way he announced himself the new leader. There was his DNA.
We sold him short. We feared the worst.
But IT IS HIGH is proud to announce that Hank “Stubby” Steinbrenner has been named 2008 YANKEE OF THE MONTH of JANUARY.
Stubby, you proved us wrong. You didn’t trade the future to the Twins. You hung in there with A-Rod. You listened to your baseball people. And when you said something, you actually kept your word.
Congratulations, “Mr. January.”
Just 72 hours left of interviews, speculation, media calls and enough rollicking excitement to make tourists think they're in Milwaukee!
Then back to normal.
They could have had Phil Hughes and Melky Cabrera.
Instead, they got Gomez, Guerra, Mulvey, Humber. Dewey, Cheetham and Howe.
Eephus Pitch put together a nice introduction to LaTroy Hawkins:
I confess I had completely forgotten this, but Hawkins was the losing pitcher when David Wells threw his perfect game in 1998. I'm predisposed to like him, because remember that crazy rainstorm last summer in Colorado, when the Phillies endearingly ran out to help the grounds crew with the tarp? Well, the Rockies didn't exactly distinguish themselves there, as just one single home team player offered assistance -- and that was, of course, LaTroy Hawkins.Umpbump brings word of the first Manny eruption of 2008:
Training in Tempe, Arizona this offseason, Manny Ramirez is conveniently located for this weekend’s Super Bowl in Glendale. But he’s not going to just take the day off, no sir. According to WZLX in Boston, his agent is calling around town to the various Patriots bars in the area, asking them if they’d like to have the 2004 World Series MVP drop by during the game.Phil Hughes isn't going anywhere, which is a relief, but he hasn't updated his blog in four days, replacing one anxiety with another.
New Englanders are whining about the loss of loserhood: "I have an 8-year-old and a 5-year-old. I wonder if they’re ever going to know what it was really like."
This is terrible. How can God inflict such horrible suffering on His children?
For so many years, they were the self-appointed Chosen Few, united in pain, forged in humiliation, the Lost Tribe of Pumpsie Green. Now, OMG! Every day, every minute, they must cope with the cold tendrils of victory tightening around their loss-starved testicles. Boston should change its name to the City of Job. It's just not fair! As the poor guy says, what will they tell the children?
Yeesh. These people probably whine during phone sex. They would fight over a chance to get lice. They should build a statue of Bill Buckner to honor the glory days. They must look at Kansas City and say, "God, it must be wonderful to live there."
If there was ever a reason to root for Eli Manning this Sunday, now we have it: So these poor, boil-faced souls can get back on their knees and suffer in delight. Tom Brady is threatening the Class of 2016.
UPDATE BEFORE GOING TO WORK: Upon second read, there is a WORSE quote in that Times story: "Now we don’t have a great enemy to point to — New York, we’ve become them.”
For starters, after the Redsocks win 20 more World Championships, they'll become us. By the time that happens, the city of New England will be underwater, and Mitt Schilling will be governor of Massachusetts. Right now, they're Sally Field accepting the Oscar. They are Britney Spears, marveling at the birthday gifts she's receiving from her personal assistants. They are an oversized version of Utica, New York, on ecstacy.
David will be spewing color on YES this year, replacing the former Mr. Halle Barre and our new manager.
Just got my tickets for the Yanks' Spring Training game on March 9th versus the Twins in Ft. Myers!
I'll be live-blogging from there, fans, so grab your laptop, a Ballantine, some sunflower seeds, falafel, stone crabs, Romilar, Carbona and a frosty Yoohoo and join me then.
(They have wifi there, right?)
The LA Times has it.
If it happens -- hell, when it happens -- let's just hope the national news media has the guts to tell the truth:
Giuliani was leading all GOP contenders in mid-October, when he suddenly -- inexplicably -- announced that he was rooting for the New England Redsocks in the World Series.
In that moment, the brilliant halo of the World Trade Center attacks suddenly turned into Manny Ramirez' bong-watery dreadlocks, and for the first time, America's Mayor found himself actually taking shit from Hillary Clinton on the subject of the Yankees. Yes, taking shit from Hillary Clinton about the Yankees.
He never got it back. Now, Joe Torre is gone, Don Mattingly is gone, and soon, so will Rudy, which is really too bad, because we'll never have a chance to see him answering questions about how he was married seven years to his second cousin. It was something to live for, like Brian Bruney's next blowup.
On the heels of his East Coast success, Joe Torre is being urged to bring his unique acting style to Beverly Hills. Too many young actors can't pull off the big emotional scenes, and Torre, as new Dodgers manager, can show them how it's done.
Check out these stills from some of Joe's Oscar-worthy performances of the past.
As Mickey, the loveable trainer who teaches Rocky Balboa how to fight -- and live -- in "Rocky."
"Women weaken legs, ya bum. From now on, yer gonna be eatin' lightnin' and crappin' thunder! Get that chicken!"
As macho renegade Tyler Turden in "Fight Club:"
"Come on, Meatloaf. Hit me! I love the feeling! It's being alive! Stick your finger in my eye! This is great! Whoo-hoo!"
As tortured psychologist Dr. Malcolm Crowe in "The Sixth Sense:"
"Let me get this straight, kid. You see dead people, right? And you see me, right? Hmm-mm. Wait a minute! Fuck me! I'M DEAD! THAT'S WHAT EXPLAINS THIS FRICKIN MOVIE!"
Mr. Steinbrenner, Little Steinbrenners, Sportswriters, Players, Wives, Groupies, Suits, Fans, Hangers-on...
Today, the Yankees stand at the crossroads of Heaven and Hell.
For seven years, we have sent our best and brightest off to fight for other teams, while we became mired in a long, hard slog that drained our spirits.
We spent more than any other team, yet rising powers like the Tigers, Marlins, Angels and Redsocks (booing) -- yes, the Redsocks (louder booing) -- replaced us as the envy of the world.
We recently let go the greatest Yankee manager in modern history, Joe Torre (applause)...
The greatest Yankee player in modern history, Don Mattingly (applause)...
And the most beloved centerfielder in recent Yankee history, Bernie Williams (applause)...
Yankee icons. And they are gone. GONE! (Booing)
Our current firstbaseman is Wilson Betemit. (Groans) Our rotation includes three rookie starters. Carl Pavano (shouting, booing) is still in pinstripes. We still have nobody to get the ball to Mariano Rivera, who is 38.
IT IS TIME FOR CHANGE. (Applause).
We cannot keep trading youth for age. (Applause).
We cannot continue the failed policies of recent years. (Applause.)
But let's be realistic. We are in a recession. (Booing) To try and forestall it with trades and free agent signings would be a grave mistake. We'll numb the pain but continue the path, which has led to our current plight.
THIS... WE... MUST... NOT... DO! (Applause)
For the first time since 1993, our farm system is bursting with fruit. (Applause.) Joba Chamberlain! (Applause) Phil Hughes. (Applause) Ian Kennedy. (Applause) Austin Jackson. (Applause) JESUS MONTERO! (Wild applause, shouts of 'Amen!')
Yes, a Yankee savior is coming!
Tabata is coming! (Applause) Brackman is coming! (Applause) Horne! (Applause) Betances! (Applause) Melancon! (Applause) Humberto! (Applause)
Look past the month of March! Look past the problems of April! Look to July! (Applause) LOOK BEYOND THE ALL-STAR BREAK! (Applause.)
IF WE HOLD ON, WE WILL RISE AGAIN! (Shouting)
WE WILL DESTROY ALL WHO OPPOSE US! (Gun shots ringing out.)
WE WILL DEFEAT OUR ENEMIES! (Police sirens, fighting)
WE WILL AGAIN RULE THE WORLD! (Explosions. End of transmission. Cue the canned Cokie Roberts analysis. )
This is scary. I just went to Baseball Reference, a really cool site with stuff on every player. It gives you statistical matches for every player, at his current age.
Bobby Abreu, at age 33, is the statistical twin of Bernie Williams, at age 33.
Even scarier: Andy Petitte and Mike Mussina are digital mirror images of each other at age 35.
Here is our current team's evil statistical twin.
Cesar Cedeno (Johnny Damon)
Roberto Alomar (Derek Jeter)
Bernie Williams (Bobby Abreu)
Ken Griffey (A-Rod)
Kevin Millar (Hideki Matsui)
Carlton Fisk (Jorge Posada)
Jim Edmunds (Jason Giambi)
Joe Mauer (Robinson Cano)
Kelly Johnson (Wilson Betemit)
Here is our pitching staff's twin.
Dick McBride (Chien-Ming Wang)
Mike Mussina (Andy Petitte)
Andy Peititte (Mike Mussina)
Not enough (Joba Chamberlain, Philip Hughes, Ian Kennedy)
Hector Carrasco (Kyle Farnsworth)
Jose Mesa (LaTroy Hawkins)
Trevor Hoffman (Mariano Rivera)
Reports Tech-Correspondent MONS MEG (right)...
Last year Apple gave us the Kindle (clunky) and the iPhone (pricey). Now comes the newest gadget du jour, the Macbook Air... clunky and pricey. This ultra-light, ultra-thin laptop has a few ultra-annoying problems:
1. Battery can't be replaced at home. What? Battery low? No problem. Send it to the Apple/Grinch workshop, (Burma?) For a freaking battery.
2. “Pinch-zoom.” What the...? Pinch-zoom? Pinch-zoom? Sounds wicked queer.
3. Macbook Air is a name for sneakers. Unless it refers to the way you can Frisbee its skinny ass across a parking lot.
4. Just as slow as MacBook Pro for downloading porn, or Yankee highlights. (Or porn Yankee highlights. Hello, Luis Polonia?)
5. No disc drive. Hey, we still own a lotta discs!
6. Blows off table if you sneeze.
7. Slips between sofa cushions and gets lost.
8. Accidentally gets set in newspaper recycling bin.
9. Mistakenly used as Kleenex.
You think I'm red-rashy now? Wait 'till April, when they drop the price.
His name is Kyle Perkins. If that doesn't sound American, what does? Check out that logo on his cap. He's going to give Jesus Montero a run for His cross.
He's only 16, peaches and cream, lips like strawberry wine. Alright, disregard that line. He's a stud, the bull-goose lion of Canberra, Australia. And like Jesus Montero, he's a backstop, which means we are stockpiling pubescent catchers. Hank Steinbrenner is becoming the Auric Goldfinger of young catchers. In the year 2015, when the ice caps melt and the asteroid hits, we'll have all the world's supply of catchers! Take that, Theo!
No word on money. The Canberra Times, (now, the YogiBerra Times) via Sliding Into Home, avoid mentioning dollars. Could be we got him cheap, and they're hopped up because, hey, they're Aussies, who are just sunburnt Canadians, and always 32-ounces away from a good hopping-up.
Still... a 7-year deal for a high school junior on the Krakatoa side of the world.
Where Kyle Perkins lives, it is summertime.
And the living is easy. So hush, little baby... Disregard that last line.
Ourselves. That’s who.
For starters, if there is a more addicted guzzler of overpriced veterans in the universe than George Steinbrenner, it exits on some bizarre planet where rocks haven’t been invented. Then there is Hank, who in December practically got down on one knee to offer Minnesota a diamond ring in his teeth, begging them to take Melky, Hughes and somebody else – a trade offer so horrifying to Yankee fans that the organization has spent a month in damage control, pretending it was a crack hallucination.
Now, the official line is this: Santana? Pttuui. Bah. Pyush. We could care less. We prefer young players. We have no interest in, what was the name again? Santolo? Sanfrancisco? We have – say - are you going to finish that cigarette?
What a farce. They are like 5-year-olds skipping around a church basement in musical chairs, while the record player drones “Theme from Titanic.” One of these days, the music will stop, Minnesota will announce a pending deal, and we’ll watch Hank and Hal and Cash and maybe even the old man (bless his heart) scrambling for the nearest chair like Shriners at a peep show.
Melky? Kennedy? Hughes? Horne? Jesus Montero? Yeeesh. Those guys must shudder every time the phone rings. Next stop, Minnesota. Bring earmuffs and a cheese-slicer.
What a line they spout. Minnesota doesn’t believe it. Boston doesn’t believe it. The fans don’t believe it. So who are they kidding?
What in God's name is this about? A relationship? Yeesh. They bantered like Brad and Angelina in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." All they needed was Star Jones and they'd have a quorum for the World Cutsie-Wootsie Society.
"I deal with all 28 teams," the Yankees' Cashman said with a wink when asked about his negotiating strategy, pointedly leaving out the 29th team, Boston. "Then, when I'm about to hang up with the 28th team, I say, 'Hey, do you know what Boston's up to?'"
"... Said with the wink....?"
I hope nobody tells George Mitchell about this. Because baseball may have a far uglier problem than juicing. With these two oralizing in public, the game could get banned in Texas. How do we teach our children to hate Manny Ramirez when Cash and Eppie are co-mingling in some hot tub, staring at the stars and sharing Johnny Damon stories? We might as well learn that Dick Cheney plays poker with Osama on Tuesday.
Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course. (Insert wink.)
In fact, we at IT IS HIGH, before finishing our posts and going to bed, always say, "Hey, do you know what Yankee Muse is up to?"
First, DON'T PANIC!
Lighten up. He/she is probably just too stoned to answer.
Besides, recalling the details will later prove important to your publisher.
Now, follow the IT IS HIGH/HEATH LEDGER CPR DEATH RESPONSE SYSTEM.
Upon finding the lifeless body:
1. Call Mary-Kate Olsen; report situation.
2. As per instructions, shake body, tell it to stop kidding.
3. Call Mary-Kate Olsen; provide detailed update.
4. As per instructions, pace room, tell body you've had enough of joke, feel coldness, hold metal object up to nostril.
5. Call Mary-Kate Olsen, stress need to act.
6. As per instructions, slap body gingerly. Note lack of response. Contemplate. Tell body you are tired of body's game. Tell body you are a professional, and you don't like being jerked around like this.
7. Call Mary-Kate Olsen, explain need to act.
8. As per instructions, dial 9-1-1.
9. Await security team from Mary-Kate Olsen.
TOKYO (AP) - The Boston Red Sox are putting advertisements on their uniforms for the first time.
The World Series champions said Wednesday they will wear sleeve patches with the logo "EMC" when they open the season with a two-game series against the Oakland Athletics at the Tokyo Dome on March 22 and 23.
EMC Corp. is a data-storage company based in Hopkinton, Mass. Ads usually are prohibited from uniforms in Major League Baseball, but the sport has made exceptions for games in Japan.
This is great.
The World Champion BOSTON EMC-REDSOCKS.
This is how they pay $102 million for Dice-K?
Maybe the fans can shill, too. How about this:
Whenever the Redsocks score, they yell, YAHOO!
A committee statement also said that as of Thursday afternoon, Chuck Knoblauch had not been found by the United States Marshals Service to be served with a subpoena. Knoblauch, Pettitte and Clemens had McNamee as a trainer. McNamee told Mitchell he injected them with performance-enhancing drugs.
This could be Knobby's greatest legacy.
He can pull an Abbie Hoffman, eluding Big John Law for years, now and then granting interviews to selected media. He'll become Che' Knoblauch, a symbol of growth hormone rights, the man who refused to turn his butt in to the brownshirts of the totalitarian state. Noam Chomsky will cite him. Keith Olbermann will forgive him for beaning Keith's mom behind first base. He will be the Yankee That Got Away.
Knobby's on the lam. Hide him.
Google trend search
Blue line: "Manny Ramirez"
Red line: "Martians"
"A," is when Manny homered in the 2004 World Series
"B," when Manny announced he was staying with the Redsocks,
"C," when Manny pulled out of the All-Star game.
"F," in the last World Series.
Manny wins. That's because the Martians were just being the Martians.
It looks like he's celebrating.
Our 2007 payroll: $218.3 million.
U.S. Pop: 303.2 million.
U.S. Taxpayers: 130.7 million (2003)
What a bunch of cheapskates.
The skinflint Yankees, America's richest team, couldn't even shell out team worth a buck a person? What an insult. They wouldn't even buy America a cup of coffee at McDonalds.
Well, you dirty dimesuckers, you get what you pay for.If it hadn't been for Roger Clemens and A-Rod, the Yanks wouldn't have even spent enough to supersize an order of French fries for the average American.
Not even six bits per person?
No wonder we couldn't beat Cleveland.
Hardballs: How would Chris Matthews sound if he talked to men like he talks to women? by Hart Seely, a familiar name around here, @ Slate.
OPEN LETTER TO BUD SELIG:
Dear Madam or Sir:
The NFL has a point.
When Boston had a pro football team, back in the days of the American Football League, the town wasn’t big enough to support it. And it was a damn shame, when you think about how much Gino Cappelletti gave to that city. He's still the greatest player in AFL history.
To get decent fan support, the Boston Patriots became the New England Patriots.
Thus, they built hotbeds of rooters in York, Maine and Burlington, Vermont, where locals could listen to the games on shortwave radio and shout, "Yea, Patriots! That's my region’s team!”
It’s the same with clam chowder, by the way. Nobody calls it Boston clam chowder.
These days, the Redsocks claim to be New England’s team.
And we at IT IS HIGH say, "Rightfully so!"
Only one other New England team last year could have given the Redsocks a tussle for the regional crown: the Pawtucket Pawsox, led by Jacoby Ellsbury, who clubbed 2 tape measure home runs and batted a crisp .298! When the Ell-train gets hot, anything can happen. But, still, the Redsocks would have been favored.
And next year, 'Coby will be patrolling center field for the Redsocks.
Why not let him slug his pair of dingers for THE NEW ENGLAND REDSOCKS?
No reason not to, if baseball has any guts.
If it wants to shed the steroid scandal.
If it wants to get with the damn program.
If it's big enough to handle a regional team with regional marketing and regional sales.
Don't duck this opportunity, sir.
While you mull it over, we'll be waiting in front of our New England Legal DVDs with a New England cream pie.
Melky Remains Uncommitted
Farnsworth says He May Walk Out of Party... or Walk Entire Party
Giuliani's Fear: Gnats on Primary Day
Hillary/Obama Spar Over Possible Santana Trade
Romney Courts Rising Superstar Jacoby Ellsbury, who clubbed 2 home runs and batted .298 last year at Pawtucket.
In Probe of Clemens Buttocks, Ron Paul Urges Immediate Withdrawal
Scientists across the globe Tuesday hailed a major mathematical breakthrough, after several Yankeeologists, competing to calculate how many innings Phil Hughes will pitch next year, produced logarithms to unlock the secrets of life.
The bloggers sought to prove the trade of two grade A (Sickels Scale) prospects for a Johan Santana would backfire, based on a 13 percent injury rate. Using formulas and equations only they understood, the researchers found a 71 percent certainty in the existence of God, and a whopping 94 percent certainty in the existence of Joba Chamberlain.
Amazingly, the bloggers used pencils and paper, rather than the Cray supercomputers used by Harvard University professors attempting the same feat. They projected Hughes' career wins and losses, along with gallstones, reproductive cycles and his exact moment of death. Unfortunately, they refused to collaborate due to violent disagreements over Ian Kennedy's value as a trading chip.
Speaking of headlines, here are some we're bound to see:
"IT WAS THE BEST OF TYNES, IT WAS THE WORST OF TYNES."
"GIANTS TURN HEADS AND COUGH."
"PATRIOTS COULD SUFFER FROM CANCEROUS TOOMER."
"WILL BOSTON LET MANNING BE MANNING?"
"UNDER PRESSURE? DUCK YOUR HEAD AND TUCK."
"PACKER PROTECTIVE SHEATHS PIERCED."
"THE FEAGLE HAS LANDED."
"REPEATED BRUSHINGS DON'T STOP PLAX."
"EN ROUTE TO ARIZONA, GIANTS VISIT VINCE LOMBARDI THRUWAY REST STOP."
The real TV listings can be found over at Peter Abraham's indispensable LoHud Yankees blog, which today called us up for a cup of coffee.
Here are some extra shows, not ready for prime-time.
7:00 a.m.: Farny and Friends – Kyle and the Bullpen Gang dinosaurs sing "Hey, mommy, we've got Colter Beans in our ears."
8:00 a.m.: Who Wants to Be a Milwaukee Brewer?
9:00 a.m.: 30 Minute Meals with Luis (Cooking) Luis Vizcaino serves juicy fastballs for up to nine guests, in just two-thirds of an inning.
10:00 a.m.: Live With Zim & Kelly (Talk)
2:30 p.m. Prison Break (Action) -- Having escaped the Marlins, Donatrelle and Miguel must survive the cold streets of Detroit.
3:00: Everybody Loves Damon (Comedy) An old photograph from Johnny's hippie days lands him in trouble with the boss.
3:30 p.m. Heroes (Action) After saving the cheerleader, thus saving the world, future Redsock superstar Jacoby Ellsbury -- who hit 2 long home runs and batted .298 last year at Pawtucket -- dates the cheerleader.
4:00 p.m.: House (Drama) Diagnosed with dreaded Cone Syndrome, an aging pitcher pleads for experimental butt injection therapy.
5:30 p.m.: According to Curt (Comedy) Everybody's favorite bloody-socked curmudgeon holds court, explaining what's wrong with the rest of us.
6:30 p.m.: Hannity & Colon (Commentary) Sean and Bartolo debate Bill O'Reilly.
7:00 p.m.: The News Hour with Jim Leyritz
7:05 p.m. The Booze Hour with Jim Leyritz
7:15 p.m.: Cops (Featuring Jim Leyritz)
8:30 p.m.: Frontline. A six-month investigation into how botched calls by umps sabotaged the Yankees' 2007 postseason.
9:30 p.m.: Medium (Drama) During big Yankee rallies, Suzyn hears shouts in her headphones that seem to emanate from another world.
11:00 p.m.: Kaywatch (Action) - A sports announcer moonlights by saving lives at the beach. (PG-13)
11:30 p.m. The Biggest Loser (Weight loss) – Contestants: Chris Britton, Brian Bruney vie for 500 pounds.
12:00 a.m. Fay's Anatomy (Drama) – Vincent, the former MLB Commissioner, passes a kidney stone.
12:30 a.m. Everybody Hates Kris (Comedy, PG-13) - Starring Anna Benson.
1 a.m.. Trenton City Limits (Music) Guest: Johan & Carlos Santana.
1:30 a.m. The Pussycat Dolls Search for a New Bullpen
2:00 a.m. E! News: Tribute to Jason Giambi's fielding.
2:30 a.m. Journeyman (Mystery) – Miguel Cairo travels the land, changing teammates' lives.
Click on the "About Me" tab on the blog of our soon-to-be good friend Phil Hughes, and you get this:
"This is an example of a WordPress page, you could edit this to put information about yourself or your site so readers know where you are coming from. You can create as many pages like this one or sub-pages as you like and manage all of your content inside of WordPress."
Obviously, Phil is far too modest to write his own biography. Can we help him out here?
"He was born in a manger, and wrapped in swaddling clothes ..."
Oh wait, that's Jesus Montero. My bad.
So, anyone care to take a stab at a proper bio blurb for our friend Phil?
Our future ace needs us.
Word arrives through our new pal Yankees Muse that PHIL HUGHES IS BLOGGING!!! Scoops: he apparently wants to be called Phil, not Phillip!! And he likes the Chargers over the Pats and the Giants over the Packers!! This is even bigger news than Edwar Ramirez' MySpace page, which I'm starting to believe isn't really my 'friend' Edwar's at all...
The Yankees have invited future savior/designated hitter Jesus H. Montero to spring training, where he will be the youngest guy in the clubhouse, with the exception of Brian Cashman's body double.
Jeez is 18, barely old enough to watch a Christopher Walken movie. Baseball America ranks him 6th in the organization's horse sheet, based on teeth plate imprints and stool sample analysis. We've already paid the guy more than a million dollars, so the gag's on us if he's the next Jackson Melian. (If you're scoring at home, Jackson Melian was the last future Yankee savior with a Biblical sound; he was named after Reggie and was the reincarnation of Babe Ruth, according to local dignitary. The day he signed, Bobby Murcer called him, "Jackson Million." We traded him, Ed Yarnall and Drew Henson -- yeech, another future savior -- for Denny "Train Whistle" Neagle. Yeeech, this is nightmare down Bad Memory Lane.)
More than a million bucks? Who cares! Tra-la-la, it's January. Jeez could be our starting catcher -- assuming Jorge Posada ever retires, which we officially oppose -- in the year 2020, known to the Chinese as "The Year of Hugh Downs."
Given to last year's mentalists in Pinstripes...
In the beanball war between Roger Clemens and ex-trainer Brian McNamee, one pivotal question has emerged:
Did the former future first-ballot Hall of Famer develop an abscess on his butt, as McNamee claims, due to repeated needle pokes full of steroids?
Eat your heart out, Mike Wallace.