three of my favorite things on the planet, together!

baseball, bacon (flavor anyway), and potatoes:


(lifted from the OFFICIAL bacon salt blog)

*homer simpson drool*

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:)

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dead of cute

(eta this delightful pic i found in my inbox this am)

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okay i know historically i get all frowny about rushing the kids, but i just saw this:

A leading candidate to start Tuesday is righthander Ian Kennedy, 22, the Yankees' first-round pick in the 2006 draft. He picked up his first Triple-A victory for Scranton/Wilkes-Barre on Wednesday with six innings of shutout ball in which he struck out nine. Kennedy has allowed two earned runs in 17 Triple-A innings, striking out 19. He would be pitching on five days' rest. [newsday]

and i may or may not have squealed a little bit, as i will be in the house tuesday and the idea of seeing a second badass baby bomber make his mlb debut is, selfishly, more appealing than poor jeff karstens.

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!!!

Let the Rick Ankiel era begin -- again.

The St. Louis Cardinals purchased the contract of Ankiel from Triple-A Memphis on Thursday, and the outfielder is expected to be in the starting lineup for tonight's game against the Padres. [milb]

edit: danup = made of awesome.

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favorite thing of the day

the way joba chamberlain goes from his Major Leaguer Face to infectious little boy grin back to Beisbol: Serious Business.

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thank you a-rod

for hitting number 500 during a kay-free broadcast. :)

edited in because it's so perfect:

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the only time anything involving curt schilling's made me all "aww"

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pocket rocket update!

from the aforementioned shannon! yes, you have to register to read. don't be a baby.

i'll be there friday night, and i probably won't blog about it. i predict rain, as is mother nature's cruel wont whenever i go to waterfront for a hughes start. or at least it feels that way.

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just wanna take a moment

to give a shoutout to my girl shannon. miss aspiring sports journalist took part in her first professional interview today... with phil motherfucking hughes! i no doubt would have peed myself or vomited on his shoes or something, but she managed to survive and i'm sure did a fantastic job. i could die of proudness.

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kitteh break

i am dead of cute

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