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Do or Do Not, There Is No “Try”
Oh, look, Starlin Castro went and did something stupid. Surprise, surprise.
And, oh, look, Dale Sveum and the Cubbies brass talk the talk, but eschew the walk while doing something quite similar to twiddling their collective thumbs — thumbs that tend to be stuck in proverbially unpleasant places.
Hmm. Haven’t we been here before with Castro? Yes.
Hmm. Haven’t we heard the same old “we gotta change the Cubs culture” mantra before? Yes.
Hmm. Haven’t we been bombarded with mythical imagery supposedly brought in on the wings of a SABR nerd? Yes.
And yet here we are, witnessing the same old Chicago Cubs.
LOSERS.
I believe Albert Einstein was the one who said “the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.” Einstein was a pretty smart fella. Maybe it’s time the Cubs took notice of that notable quip of truth.
Instead of threatening to bench a spoiled star with as much talent as he has cluelessness, why not just bench him? Why not teach him a lesson? Why not teach the entire team — a team that is continuously caught with its inflated head in the clouds — and show them that there are no more third, fourth, fifth chances?
I’m a Cardinals fan. To the death. Part of being a Redbird fanatic is jousting with our arch rivals; but our rivals to the north are so bad that it just isn’t fun anymore. I long for the days when our regular season match-ups actually mean something.
Unfortunately, as long as the Cubs continue to simply “try” to get better mentally, with little effort, rather than actually DOING anything about it, I’m afraid we’ll just have to rehash that same old “Brogglio for Brock” snafu.
Hate me ‘cuz I’m deliberate, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
The RSBS Podcast, Episode 25: Audible Pantslessness… and Other Stuff
And so in this Podcast brought to you by Lifestyles…
After a rough night of Pirate inspired debauchery, Jeff and Johanna clear the cobwebs (and police reports) to make room for special guest, Paul Lebowitz. It doesn’t take long for them to get riled up as they touch on the evil FOX chimera Joe McCarver, Clint Hurdle’s Pirates, the White Sox’s diamond impotence and much, much more!
Check out Paul’s baseball blog, The Prince of New York, and also consider checking out his books, like the 2011 Baseball Guide (I’m using it to destroy my fantasy baseball foes right now).
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Recorded Saturday, July 16, 2011
Happy Labor Day and Nevermind Those Home Whites
Celebrate! Holla out loud! Be glad, fellow US Americans!
It’s Labor Day! And, ironically, this is the one day of the year where we are encouraged to sit around and do nothing… so get out there and… do nothing!
Of course, idle hands lead to idle thought leads to the tempestuous question: why in the world can’t we wear white after Labor Day?
Whoever the culprit, it’s obvious that he (or she) wasn’t a baseball fan.
So his/her rules are as obviously un-American as, say, not having a personal Jesus-friend, private insurance and an obedient wife.
Enjoy doing nothing today, y’all! We deserve it!
Hate me ‘cuz you’re bored, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
The RSBS Podcast, Episode 9: Jeter’s Unfortunate Accident… and Other Stuff
And so in this Podcast…
Once again, Jeff and Johanna tread the unconventional waters of mischief-making as they delve into important social issues such as cock-fighting Aramis Ramirez, Stephen Strasburg’s golden elbow, Katy Perry’s wisdom, the Lou Piniella mailbag and much, much more! Turn up the volume and chuckle with us, y’all!
Holla!
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all-around sound guru. If you like laughing or just wanna listen to some wildly impromptu conversations about food, film making and other important life subjects like living on display in a museum, check out his Undercast podcast. Visit Undercard Films!
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Recorded Saturday, August 28, 2010
Padres’ Secret Unveiled
All season long I’ve been asking myself: how does a team that cannot score runs continue to win as much as the Padres in 2010?
I thought the answer was excellent pitching.
WRONG.
If Ryan Webb is hangin’ with Yoda, then it’s a good bet that Mat Latos is hangin’ with Obi-wan… and Heath Bell is chillin’ with… Vader.
Hate me ‘cuz I can spin the double-bladed saber, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I”m right.
Peace,
Jeff
(Image courtesy of the AP)
The Filibuster
Jeff!!! I loved your pictures from Nats park and I’m psyched that you
got to see Strasburg. I also saw that you’ve been to Sox park and
Wrigley recently. What’s your favorite ballpark that you’ve already
visited and which place would you like to see the most?
Caitlin
Manassas, VA
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After a fiery, bloody internal debate that lasted well over an hour, I finally decided not to begin addressing this query by postulating what one would find if he/she were to actually venture to Manassas, VA… ‘cuz I’m pretty sure one can find Man-assas (a$$e$?) anywhere… including ballparks all across US America.
ZING!
Still got it, folks.
Okay, maybe not.
But it doesn’t matter… and neither does the ballpark, Caitlin. What matters is the game. Sure Busch hosts my boys, Wrigley’s nostalgic, Nats Park has Ben’s Chili Bowl and Sox Park is a good place to pick up Latin Queens; but to be honest, I can find something positive about any and every ballpark I ever go to. And I’ve been to many.
My favorite random ballpark story is the one about the Oakland Coliseum. I happened to be in San Francisco on business. It was a Saturday night and I had nothing to do, so I hopped on the BART to Oakland, walked up to the ticket counter at the Coliseum and said, “I got forty bucks. Where can I sit for that?”
“In a good seat, Honey.” said the kind ticket lady.
Ten minutes later I’m sitting behind homeplate on the first tier above ground level and I can hear Nick Swisher’s awful jokes with my own ears. Ten minutes after that and I have a Fat Tire in my hand (at the ballpark!) and a few hours after that I was sufficiently drunk off the seductive elixir of the game itself.
And that can happen anywhere.
Though there is one place in particular that I just gotta go to, before it goes back to just hosting football games:
I doubt you can blame me.
Hate me ‘cuz you’re anti-Sith, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
(Chewbacca image via 9GAG)
RSBS: Another Dimension
For those of you dear readers who have read anything I’ve ever written, certainly, you know two things:
1) I love the Cardinals, beer and Star Wars
2) I thoroughly enjoy contemplating alternate dimensions
So right now I would like to put down my beer and recognize the clear possibility of an RSBS across the pond… one extremely hip, wildly successful, nauseatingly charming athletic-politico blog starring two witty and well-spoken geniuses… probably named Geoff and Allan…
…arguing over cricket, the etymology of “whisky” and who would win a naked, drunken, wet Irish street fight between Dave Cameron and Gordon Brown.
Of course, Geoff is the more brilliant of the two.
And Allan is probably a tosser.
Which is Posh for “Tigers fan”.
Hate me ‘cuz you think it’s cool, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
Albert Ain’t YOUR Girlfriend
Enough babble from the crazy train that is the interwebbed rumor mill, dear readers!
Stop. Breathe. Focus.
Now, let’s look at this Matt Holliday signing for what it actually is: John Mozeliak & Co. finally growing a pair and making the St. Louis Cardinals perennial contenders for years to come.
And if you think they made this offer to Holliday without considering the task of signing Albert Pujols after 2011, then you need to be committed… or move to Wrigleyville.
Either way, Holliday is a Cardinal. And Pujols is a Cardinal.
So no more talk about a potential move by one of the big money teams to snatch up Albert and take him away from us in his upcoming free agency. It ain’t gonna happen. He ain’t nobody’s girlfriend but ours.
And I mean “girlfriend” with the utmost respect.
‘Cuz sometimes really bad things happen to girlfriends:
Don’t hate me. ‘Cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
(Image courtesy of Skull Swap)
The Filibuster
I liked the link you had to that hottest baseball wives site. I voted several times. You guys ever think of doing something like that?
Josh
Berwyn, IL
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Indeed, Mr. Krause and I may be seedy scoundrels, but believe it or not, we actually respect the creative ingenuity of other people, so much so that we would never steal ideas from another valiant force. Of course, we also do subscribe to the ethics of reciprocity, and encourage everyone to do the same. We are US Americans! Rejoice in the merits of thy brethren yo!
The entry to which dear reader Josh refers can be found *here*, and the contest sported by the Fantasy Baseball Dugout pitting the most attractive baseball players’ wives is still going on *here*. Stop by and make your, er… voice heard before August 31.
But since it is no secret that Mr. Krause and I have the propensity to feature the aesthetics of beautiful women here at RSBS, I bring you a very special treat.
I am a child of the ’80s. When I revert back to that happy place in the sky, it involves a lot of Duran Duran, Ozzie Smith back-flips and the original Star Wars trilogy. Now, as a grownup (sorta) it also involves… well, let me just show you that perfect storm:
“Even I get boarded sometimes.”
Touché.
Hate me ‘cuz I say what you’re thinking, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Peace,
Jeff
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***Pictures of Prince Fielder in skinny jeans also welcome, but of course, there ain’t no such thang.
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