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The RSBS Podcast, Episode 1: Hanley’s Lollipop… and Other Stuff

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The virgin voyage, y’all!

Okay, so you knew this was gonna happen eventually… just enjoy it.  We did!

And so in this Podcast…

Jeff introduces Chicago rock phenom and avid Cubs fan, Johanna Mahmud to the RSBS family.   When not front-manning the intoxicating alt-rock group, Meqqa, Johanna manages to drink Jeff’s beer and fantasize about a team made up of twenty-five Alfonso Sorianos.  Okay.  That second part may be a lie… but this part ain’t: when these two guys start talkin’ baseball, it’s all fun and games.  Among the topics of discussion: Roy Oswalt’s bulldozer, Lou Piniella’s preggers look, the Brendan Ryan pornostache hysteria, Hanley’s lollipop and much, much more.

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Recorded Saturday, May 22, 2010

The Book of Hungry

Considering the Cardinals just dropped their first series of the year to a splendidly stellar Giants club that miraculously unearthed the early aught version of Barry Zito, I guess you are probably expecting a lament.

Sorry.

I ain’t got it in me.

But I did learn something very valuable over the weekend:

There’s hungry…

prince fielder hungry 2.jpgThere’s hongry

Ryan Howard is Hungry.jpgThen’s there’s “I’m so HONGRY I be trippin’!”

pablo sandoval cake.gifAh, nothin’ makes me smile like the classic Kung-Fu-Panda-fallin’-for-cake gif routine.

Hate me ‘cuz it’s Monday, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

*Special thanks to my buddy Jerod for sending me the gif!

A Call for a Ban on Crappy Nicknames

bad nicknames.JPGOh jeez. 

In 2005, the St. Louis Cardinals called up a 27 year-old lifetime minor leauger to get his first hacks at the big league level.  That man’s name was John Rodriguez.

Don’t remember him?  No worries.  Most people don’t.

Mr. Rodriguez came on pretty strong during his brief glimpse of the Majors, hitting .295 with 5 HRs and 24 RBI in 149 at-bats.  The folks in St. Louis liked him and his cinderella story so much that someone decided to grace Mr. Rodriguez with the nickname: J-Rod (a la A-Rod, K-Rod, YourMom-Rod, et al).

J-Rod *ahem* wasn’t a fan of the name.  Why?  Maybe because he wasn’t A-Rod!  To be honest, he wasn’t anywhere close to being an A-Rod type player.  His greatest downfall was was being born with the same easily nicknameable name as poster boy Alex while also having a first initial that contained just one syllable (you see, W-Rod would never work).

Flash forward to December 7th, 2009 and my trusty misanthrope of a colleague, Mr. Allen Krause, deigns us with the phonetically challenged nickname “Pla-Po” for his beloved (and now long gone from Detroit) Placido Polanco.

Pla-Po?  Are you kidding me?  How is that even pronounced?  PLAY-Poh?  Plah-POH?  Ah, forget it; all I know is that it sucks.

So, please know, Mr. Krause, that from now on we are calling for a complete ban on poorly constructed nicknames, specifically on those you created.  For those of you dear readers unaware, the following Krausian nicknames shall no longer be used, under any circumstances, lest you wish the worst on the baseball-politico community:

  • Matt Holliday –                     Ma-Ho
  • Barack & Michelle Obama –  Bachelle
  • Albert Pujols –                     A-Jols (read “A-Holes”)
  • Dick Cheney –                      Dick-Chin
  • Pablo Sandoval –                 P-Sand
  • Harry Reid & Nancy Pelosi — Harry Nancy
  • Carlisle Littlejohn –              C-Lit
  • Michael Cuddyer –               Mi-Cudd
  • Ann Coulter –                      ‘Lil Beotch (it should be “Big Beotch”)
  • Kevin Youkilis –                    K.Y. Kill-Us

And of course, let us not forget to mention the ongoing ban against one of the crappiest nicknames of all time, also penned by Mr. Krause, for his dilapidated Mo-Town Tigers team:

Winners.

‘Cuz unless finishing the AL Central in second place qualifies you as a ‘winner’, then this just needs to stop.

Hate me ‘cuz I’m brash, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

Party’s Over

Put your clothes back on.  Cap off that fifth of Jack.  Call yourself a cab.

The San Francisco Giants’ perpetual playoff philandering is as done as Sarah Palin’s political career.

It is sunk.

And just in case you need proof, here it is, written all over Nate Schierholtz’s face:

san francisco giants lose.jpgOh sure, we can sit around and discuss how their dominating pitching staff could possibly get them over the Rockies hump and into the wild card spot if only the offense could score runs.  We could ruminate on the occasional power surges put forth by Pablo Sandoval and Bengie Molina.  Indeed, we could waste a lot of time talking about the Giants in general.

But the point is this: Good pitching may beat good hitting but if ya don’t score any runs you can’t win a damn thing.

And that’s why the Giants should be thinking about what kind of offense they are going to bring in during the offseason for 2010 and let the 2009 playoff dreams slip back down to reality.

Like most parties, it sure was fun while it lasted; but in the end you wake up and find the girl next to you isn’t quite the supermodel you thought she was — that those aren’t freckles on her face, those are… er… sores that you couldn’t see during your drunken stupor of endemic idiocy the night before.

Whoopsee!

Or, you just get all excited about your big party and end up in the burn unit like this guy:

It happens.  Parties end.  Occasionally your hair will catch on fire. 

Deal with it.

Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Happy Friday!

Jeff

(Schierholtz Photo by Ezra Shaw/Getty Images)

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