Just a few disjointed thoughts from an afternoon of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and unlimited baseball.- Someone needs to explain to the Chicago Cubs that there are no provisions in the rules for Major League Baseball that involve covering point spreads or failing to blow out the opponents. They opened with a five-run first, gave up that lead, tacked on another seven runs and are letting the Reds creep back as I write this. Just have to make it interesting, don't they?
- If it is possible, I think Bartolo Colon is in worse shape than he has been in previous years. (Side note: It looks like no one was hurt, but Carl Everett just launched his bat into the crowd accidentally and did this over-the-top slapstick flinch/crouch/bite your nails bit like he was kicking it with Laurel and Hardy and saw the Mummy.)
- The rumor out of the Red Sox dugout before gametime was that a clubhouse attendant found Coco Crisp hiding in a corner after wetting himself over the prospect of replacing Johnny Damon in center field and as the lead off man. We're still working to confirm that team captain Jason Varitek immediately splashed water on his crotch and told the rest of the team, "Peeing your pants is the coolest!" while Crisp snuck off to change his pants.
- If at all possible, never keep the sound on for the Tampa Bay Devil Rays if their announcers are on for MLB Extra Innings. I'm not sure if it's a weekly contest to call games or what, but they are just as awful as they were last year.
- And finally, found this link of Deadspin.com today. It's a compilation of Rickey Henderson quotes and stories. As Frank the Tank said, "I think Rickey Henderson stories could be the 'Chuck Norris: The Facts' of baseball." I say they're better.
(Photo from the New No. 2)
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