I have spent the past few weeks following the 2009 NCAA Division One Baseball Championship. First the Conference Tournaments, then the Regionals, Super Regionals and finally the College World Series. Needless to say I have watched a ton of baseball over the last five weeks.
I now present my list of the Best Names In College Baseball - 2009. I did not scour the internet, reviewing team rosters or the 2009 MLB Draft to find the ultimate list. These are simply the best names I ran across as I watched games in 2009. My only rule is Only 1 Player from any team can make the list. Sorry, Russell Mauldenhauer, Brandon Belt beat you out.
1st Base: Brandon Belt, Texas
2nd Base: Cory Kovanda, Ohio State
3rd Base: Colby May, Georgia
Shortstop: Tyler Cannon, Virginia
Catcher: Myckie Lugbauer, Maine
Designated Hitter: Bryce Nugent, Marist
Left Field: Cole Calhoun, Arizona State
Center Field: Mikie Mahtook, Louisiana State
Right Field: Logan Power, Mississippi
Starting Pitcher: Stephen Strasburg, San Diego State
Relief Pitcher: Logan Munson, North Carolina
I plan to do this each year, and if so the only other rule I will add is you can only make the list once. Talk is cheap though.
Mood: Nostalgic
Song Of The Day:
"Are you real to me? Or are you non dairy...creamer?"
-Non Dairy Creamer
Third Eye Blind
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
The People In My Neighborhood
For about the past four years I have been walking two miles every day to get a little exercise and fresh air. I literally leave my house, walk a mile through my neighborhood, turn around and walk back home. After approximately 3,000 trips up and down the sidewalk the walk has become a bit on the mundane side.
To lighten up the monotony some I began counting cars a couple years back. I just keep a running count of how many cars pass me on my trip. It varies depending on what time of day I go. If I go around dinner time I will see a ton of cars, 97 is the all time high. That's about 3 cars a minute driving through my little slice of suburbia. The low is a mere 8 cars when I went about midnight one night.
I also count other things from time to time, squirrels in the fall, robins in the spring for instance. After four years of scoping out my neighborhood I have a pretty good handle on things. I recognize when a car has been parked in the same spot for three weeks, new street signs and other random things. Here are some of the highlights of my walk through zip code 20121.
Yellow Shirt Guy:
If I leave my house at about 1:55pm, my standard departure time, I usually see a guy in a little green Honda wearing a bright yellow shirt driving towards me as I walk. I figure he is on his lunch break and heading back to work as he is always heading in the same direction at about the same time of day.
Darky The Squirrel:
There is a black squirrel in my neighborhood. I see him all the time, not just on my walk. Black squirrels are a genetic mutation and not all that uncommon but just seeing him is a bit of a treat. I always yell out "Hi Darky" whenever I see him. He has never said anything back though.
The Pedophile:
I also see this old man at the park pretty regularly on the swings. I call him the pedophile but maybe he is just a retired pilot who missed the friendly skies. He is on the swings a couple days a week and always looks like he is having a blast swinging away.
The Dog Lady:
I also see a retired woman walking her dog on a pretty regular basis. We have brief conversations about the weather but I don't even know her name after probably two years of seeing her. I do know her dog was a rescue from Hurricane Katrina but that's about it.
The Bleeding Tree:
Last year the power company cut down a bunch of trees around their power lines. Ever since, one of the leftover stumps has been "bleeding". Really, it just means the roots of the tree are still alive and capturing water and nutrients and sending them upwards to the tree that is no longer there. Still, it's wicked creepy and the kind of thing that Stephen King would love to use in one of his novels.
Homeless Guy:
Every now and then I see a guy sleeping in his car at night. He isn't there every night but every so often he will be in it with his pillow and blankets for a few nights in a row. The car is always there but he is not always in it. Maybe it's just when his mother-in-law comes to visit.
Mood: Content
Song Of The Day:
"Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood,
In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood."
-In Your Neighborhood
The Muppets
To lighten up the monotony some I began counting cars a couple years back. I just keep a running count of how many cars pass me on my trip. It varies depending on what time of day I go. If I go around dinner time I will see a ton of cars, 97 is the all time high. That's about 3 cars a minute driving through my little slice of suburbia. The low is a mere 8 cars when I went about midnight one night.
I also count other things from time to time, squirrels in the fall, robins in the spring for instance. After four years of scoping out my neighborhood I have a pretty good handle on things. I recognize when a car has been parked in the same spot for three weeks, new street signs and other random things. Here are some of the highlights of my walk through zip code 20121.
Yellow Shirt Guy:
If I leave my house at about 1:55pm, my standard departure time, I usually see a guy in a little green Honda wearing a bright yellow shirt driving towards me as I walk. I figure he is on his lunch break and heading back to work as he is always heading in the same direction at about the same time of day.
Darky The Squirrel:
There is a black squirrel in my neighborhood. I see him all the time, not just on my walk. Black squirrels are a genetic mutation and not all that uncommon but just seeing him is a bit of a treat. I always yell out "Hi Darky" whenever I see him. He has never said anything back though.
The Pedophile:
I also see this old man at the park pretty regularly on the swings. I call him the pedophile but maybe he is just a retired pilot who missed the friendly skies. He is on the swings a couple days a week and always looks like he is having a blast swinging away.
The Dog Lady:
I also see a retired woman walking her dog on a pretty regular basis. We have brief conversations about the weather but I don't even know her name after probably two years of seeing her. I do know her dog was a rescue from Hurricane Katrina but that's about it.
The Bleeding Tree:
Last year the power company cut down a bunch of trees around their power lines. Ever since, one of the leftover stumps has been "bleeding". Really, it just means the roots of the tree are still alive and capturing water and nutrients and sending them upwards to the tree that is no longer there. Still, it's wicked creepy and the kind of thing that Stephen King would love to use in one of his novels.
Homeless Guy:
Every now and then I see a guy sleeping in his car at night. He isn't there every night but every so often he will be in it with his pillow and blankets for a few nights in a row. The car is always there but he is not always in it. Maybe it's just when his mother-in-law comes to visit.
Mood: Content
Song Of The Day:
"Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood,
In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood."
-In Your Neighborhood
The Muppets
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Traitor Johnny
OK,this one goes out to Ian Browne and the countless other sports reporters who don't understand why die hard Red Sox fans like myself still ABSOLUTELY DESPISE Johnny Damon three and a half years after he left the Sox to sign with the Yankees.
Ian, it is extremely simple. The reason we hate Damon so much is because he lied to us. Early in the 2005 season Damon was asked point blank if he would ever consider signing with the Yankees when he became a free agent. His response was this and I quote: "No way." Even though he said "they (the Yankees) were gonna come after (him) hard." He said he could never play for the Yankees after playing for the Sox.
Less thank six months after making this absolutely concrete statement Damon signed a four year contract with the Yankees. Red Sox Nation waited 86 years for our 6th World Series title. It's citizens are not going to forget a promise like that in a mere six months. Obviously there is a statute of limitations on a quote like that but it is certainly significantly longer than six months.
If Damon simply owned up to his betrayal the fans of Red Sox Nation would have let him off the hook. We understand that baseball is a business and that Damon went to the team that was willing to pay him the most money. Our anger doesn't come from the act of signing with the Evil Empire but the promise Damon made to us that he would NEVER do such a thing.
Anyone who doesn't get this is clearly NOT a member of Red Sox Nation. This isn't a complex issue, it's an issue of loyalty and a broken promise. We took Damon at his word and it was our mistake but we certainly will not make that mistake again. Now we live to make every at bat and half inning in the outfield a miserable experience for Traitor Johnny.
Mood: Hysterical.
Found Porn:
There's a town in Missouri called Knob Lick, it's right off US Route 67. The only way this could be better is if it was near Route 69 instead!
Song of the Day:
"Swing Batta Batta Batta Batta Batta Swing."
-Come Baby Come
K-7
Ian, it is extremely simple. The reason we hate Damon so much is because he lied to us. Early in the 2005 season Damon was asked point blank if he would ever consider signing with the Yankees when he became a free agent. His response was this and I quote: "No way." Even though he said "they (the Yankees) were gonna come after (him) hard." He said he could never play for the Yankees after playing for the Sox.
Less thank six months after making this absolutely concrete statement Damon signed a four year contract with the Yankees. Red Sox Nation waited 86 years for our 6th World Series title. It's citizens are not going to forget a promise like that in a mere six months. Obviously there is a statute of limitations on a quote like that but it is certainly significantly longer than six months.
If Damon simply owned up to his betrayal the fans of Red Sox Nation would have let him off the hook. We understand that baseball is a business and that Damon went to the team that was willing to pay him the most money. Our anger doesn't come from the act of signing with the Evil Empire but the promise Damon made to us that he would NEVER do such a thing.
Anyone who doesn't get this is clearly NOT a member of Red Sox Nation. This isn't a complex issue, it's an issue of loyalty and a broken promise. We took Damon at his word and it was our mistake but we certainly will not make that mistake again. Now we live to make every at bat and half inning in the outfield a miserable experience for Traitor Johnny.
Mood: Hysterical.
Found Porn:
There's a town in Missouri called Knob Lick, it's right off US Route 67. The only way this could be better is if it was near Route 69 instead!
Song of the Day:
"Swing Batta Batta Batta Batta Batta Swing."
-Come Baby Come
K-7
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