“Hall of Lame” was too low-hanging, even for me. First of all, congratulations to Greg Maddux. It was a foregone conclusion that he’d be a Hall of Famer, but I’m just glad I know have two Hall of Fame beagles (Ryno and Maddux) in my house. That said, the Hall of Fame is fucking stupid, and the bouncers to this elite club are goddamn idiots. The links below will prove just that. But I’m not going to let that get in the way of the celebration of arguably the greatest pitcher of the generation. Congratulations, as well, to deserved Hall of Famers Tom Glavine and Frank Thomas.
As good as John Smoltz was throughout the course of his 21-season MLB career, he’ll always be remembered for being even better in the playoffs. Specifically, for Game 7 of the 1991 World Series, during which only a superhuman effort from Jack Morris led to a Minnesota Twins victory over Smoltz’s Atlanta Braves. The game […]
Ed. Note: When I’m long gone from this world and tales are told of what I did to make a difference in this life, no one will have an answer that doesn’t, at some point, use the phrase “dick joke.” Whether I leave a legacy in the expanding world of penis jokes or not, though, […]
I’m going to be honest here. Ryan Klesko didn’t particularly kill the Cubs any more than he did any other team. He didn’t rise to the occasion against Cub pitching. He didn’t perform well in Wrigley Field. In fact, Klesko was actually worse against the Cubs than his career averages suggest he should have been. […]
This may have already been discussed in the Shoutbox while I was recovering from the rooftop game, but I’m pretty sure not one, but two Sons of Jim Essian got questions into this week’s Muskbag. Meaning it’s the greatest Muskbag ever. Shall we?