“I’ve never ever one time looked at Facebook. I’ve never looked at Twitter. Whatever else they have out there, I’m not a social media guy,” Yost said.
Last week, the Royals held a Social Media Night. Seemed like a great deal for $35, since that is basically the cost to park or take the train to the “new” Yankee Stadium.
Also, Yost said to some truckers through his CB radio.
Glenn Davis, the only offensive player on the Astros who isn’t worse than Rob Wilfong in “RBI Baseball.”
His real-life career came to a pretty ignoble at the hands of Johnny Oates.
Shane Rawley’s mustache wants everyone to enjoy the All-Star Break.
Curt Schilling, better at facial-hair growing than video-game company management. /rim shot/
I spent a good portion of my Memorial Day weekend playing RBI Baseball.
Simply put, Rob Wilfong is an RBI Baseball legend.
Despite the chopper mustache, beefy sideburns, extra-medium hair, affinity toward pastel clothing and the fact he was born in Brooklyn, Dennis Leonard wasn’t known to be a hipster.
Also, despite being a three-time 20-game winner for the Royals when they were actually relevant, Leonard never made an All-Star team.
Chances are he probably turned that internal rage into a mean slam poetry performance piece. Or wrote a self-produced novella about it.
The city of Seattle never demolished the Kingdome, they just hid it inside of Alvin Davis’ mustache.
Davis was the AL Rookie of the Year in 1984, giving fans in the Pacific Northwest something to root for while the M’s were perennially stinking out the joint. And before “Twin Peaks” came on the air.
Those caps always reminded me of “S” cookies for some strange reason.
A haiku for Kevin Bass:
R-B-I Baseball.
The Astros, an N-L team.
Not anymore, Mister.
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