80s Baseball Player of the Day

Tonight, Dusty Baker will manage his 3,000th game in the majors when the Reds lock horns with the Cubs at Wrigley Field.

That’s a lot of frickin toothpicks.

Get ready for a large dose of Tito these next few weeks if you’re a fan of the Little League World Series.

He’ll be announcing it for ESPN.

Apparently one of the reasons Dustin “MVP Laser Show” Pedroia loved Tito so much was that he provided the Red Sox’ postgame hotdogs and soda pops following every Boston game during his tenure. That’s a true Little League tradition, but Little Leaguers have more professionalism than Dustin Pedroia.

The original SABR-wielding, cigarette-smoking, pop-top beer drinking, 27-outs-on-offense protecting manager, Earl Weaver was once ejected in both ends of a doubleheader.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Bobby Cox.

“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.

Happy Birthday, Clint Hurdle.

I’d bet dollars to donuts (or take the Pepsi Challenge a la Lance from “Pulp Fiction”) that his birthday wish when blowing out his candles is to secure the Pittsburgh Pirates their first winning season since 1992.

At 58-43 heading into August, the Buccos are looking like a strong bet to end the longest losing drought in North American professional sports history.

Finally got around to watching “Moneyball.”

And this guy was in Billy Beane’s circle of trust.

Viva la Wash.

Are there any New York Yankee fans out there that aren’t looking forward to Lou Piniella holding court in the YES Network booth?

If so, a curse on your house.

Anything that drowns out the air-raid siren that is Michael Kay’s voice is an unmitigated positive.

As a human being born and raised in Connecticut, you’re almost forced to love Stamford’s prodigal son Bobby Valentine.

Chances are, if you’re from the Cut, you’ve had a wrap sandwich at Bobby V’s restaurant in Norwalk. Or the one in Milford that’s now defunct.

Valentine claims to have invented the wrap sandwich.

As manager of the Boston Red Sox, Maybe he can invent some creative new ways for David Ortiz ingest steroids.

At worst, he can open a Bobby V’s franchise at Fenway Park to deliver beer and chicken to Beckett, Lackey and Lester faster.