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Thursday, June 12, 2025

Hunter Dobbins is the George Santos of Vladimir Guererro Jr's

Last weekend, hateful no-name Redsock tadpole Hunter Dobbins notched his Warhol 15 by declaring that he'd retire rather than play for the evil NY Yankees.

Dobbins tied this fit to family history. He claimed his dad had been drafted by the Yankees and dealt to Arizona. That would make anyone resentful for life.

One problem: It's not true. Not a peep. Dobbins's dad never played for the Yankees or Diamondbacks. He either made it up - a full Rep. George Santos - or he ginned up an old, nonexistent bloodline, a la Vladimir "I'll-never-be-a-Yankee; wait, check-that, I'd-play-for-them; no, wait, I'll-never-be-a-Yankee" Guerrero Jr. 

Whatever. Today, Dobbins looks like a newsprint hound, and his dad a reincarnation of Baron von Munchausen, recalling  that Cy Young season that was deleted in history by the CIA, via Bigfoot. 

Yesterday, Dobbins spent his time backtracking and blathering how "it's a rivalry, so we're just having some fun." And it's rare that Yank fans are so easily gifted a double-shot of misplaced, misguided misinformation.

It's gonna be a weird father's day for the Dobbins family and - honestly? - I almost feel sorry for the guy. 

Who hasn't embellished fanciful stories about the dad we wanted, rather than the one we got? Once - famously, within our family - my dad took apart a sawhorse and put it back together, to find an extra piece of wood that nobody ever figured out where it went. Is the story true? Dunno. I've told it so many times, it's part of the fossil record. I fully expect, when I'm a sliver of a memory, the best stories about me will have been juiced ten times over. So be it.    

Well, Dobbins is slated to face us Saturday in Fenway. In our second look at this bum - his ERA remains north of 4.00 - if we don't bat him around like a carnival arcade pinball, we should break up this team, because it won't win in October. 

That said, we look pretty nice against KC, doncha think? And let's not forget who retired as a Royal.


 

12 comments:

Rufus T. Firefly said...

I can't only hope this is double reverse inverse ujuj.

...and I bet this turd Nubbins has an out of town girlfriend too.

JM said...

My grandfather was signed by the Schenectady Blue Jays, but when Tommy Lasorda made the everyday lineup, he quit and moved to Peoria.

None of that is true, but what the heck. If the kid can do it, I can, too.

Oh, except Lasorda did play for the Schenectady Blue Jays.

13bit said...

My significant other loves minor league teams, so she, Tommy Shirts and I plan to take a subway out to Coney Island to see a Cyclones game in late June. Amazing seats for $33. Too bad my OWN team, the pinstriped morons that we love, no longer have a minor league affiliate in the NYC area. Why did the Staten Island Yankees have to disappear?

13bit said...

I played for the Yonkers Ratfuckers back in the 70s. I played 4th Base and hit 10th.

AboveAverage said...

“JM could nazi any beer and schnitzel even though it was right in front of him.”

My great Uncle Dingle use to 3D print the uniforms worn by the Suffragette Souses back in the mid-50s.
They use to play in a small town just outside of Mobile called Glory. In 62 they changed their team name to the Glory Bees and continued to play until the entire team perished in the untimely and tragic and seldomly reported outbreak of a rare form of Meningitis sourced to a batch of tainted mince meat pies.

Doug K. said...

My Grandfather's brother Great Uncle Hershel, who stood at only five feet two inches tall, played baseball in Japan in the 1930's but was actually a spy for the US government.

Like Moe Berg he spoke six languages but was incoherent in all of them.

Herschel loved to tell jokes, especially in Khoisan, the African click language. This was his favorite...

Knock. Knock.
Who's there?
Click pop click click.
Click pop click click who?
Click pop click click. Pop. clicccck , clicck smack pop.

I guess you had to be there.

While in Japan he was supposed to take pictures of military installations but preferred to take pictures of Japanese women, mostly without their knowledge or consent.

Nevertheless he was beloved.

His small stature, even for over there, and his love of photography earned him the nickname, "Minnie Minolta"

BTR999 said...

but… ‘tis a puzzlement

ranger_lp said...
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ranger_lp said...

Maybe in Dobbins case, he wouldn't know what what truck driver to give a Father's Day gift at a truck stop...

13bit said...

Were they buried, AA, in the local burying ground known as "the Glory Hole?" just asking.

JM said...

The kid might have been scared of the Green Monster when he was little and made up the story about his dad as a coping mechanism. Now he's probably scared of the Pesky Pole, so who knows what he'll come up with next.

BTR999 said...

😂😂