Carl Yastrzemski once said, “I remember I was a scared rookie, hitting .220 after the first three months of my baseball season, and doubting my ability.” Here are some guys who don’t have to doubt nothin’. But before we get to them, I want to get to something else. I want to get to the greatest rookie of them all. I want to get to Freddy Lynn. Rookie, rookie. Who gets the cookie. Who’s got the woh oh oh oh, woh oh oh oh, right stuff? Freddy Lynn had the right stuff. That marshmallow fluff. Sho’ nuff. The Rookie of the Year Award should now and forever more be called the Fred Lynn Award. The best rookie season evah. Evah! Sherman, set the way back machine to 1975. Fenway Pahk. Rookie Fred Lynn in center. Rookie Big Jim Ed Rice in left. The Gold Dust Twins. But Jim Ed got hurt, and Freddy turned out to be goldener. Stay gold, Freddy. Stay gold.
Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did, looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid. I’m still standing after all this time. Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind. -Elton John
Guess whos back, back again. Izzy’s back, tell a friend. That’s right sports fans, Jason Isringhausen is back. Back with a vengeance. Like my main Jack Kennedy always says, “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.” Jason Isringhausen is back from whence he came. Back on the hill. Back on the hill when the game is on the line. Last night Jason Isringhausen was back on the hill when the game was on the line and recorded the 294th save of his major-league career. Hooray Jason Isringhausen! For those of you keeping score at home, that was Izzy’s first save since August 1, 2008. For those of you keeping score at home, that’s a span of two years and 352 days. For those of you keeping score at home, that’s the longest span between saves for a player who already had at least 250 saves to his credit. The previous most: two years, 273 days, by Troy Percival (2005-08). Pretty neat huh?
Listen to the music, shuffle up your feet. Listen to the music of the fatty beat. Lip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae. Lip up fatty, ah lip up fatty, for the reggae. -Bad Manners
Just a little quick one. Just a little run and stick one. Run and stick it to the Yankees. Last night the Yankees were hoping beyond hope that Bartolo Colon would return return to being the pitcher he was before the hamstring blew out. But you know what Nietzche says. Nietzche says “Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man.” That torment looked a little something like this: Colon lasted a paltry two-thirds of an inning while being charged with a ghastly eight runs in his start against the Blue Jays. Yikes! That’s bad. That’s really bad. How bad? Glad you asked. Colon is only the fourth pitcher in Yankees franchise history to allow eight or more first-inning runs in one game. The other Yankees to do that were Allan Russell (July 15, 1919 vs. Senators, 2nd game, eight runs), Andy Hawkins (Sept. 26, 1989 at Boston, eight runs) and Orlando Hernandez (June 18, 2000 vs. White Sox, nine runs). Orlando Hernandez? That begs the question: Can Bartolo do the El Duque Dance? Not on that hammy he can’t!
Peace out Yankees. Six two and even!
Don’t call it a comeback! I been here for years, rockin’ my peers and puttin’ suckas in fear. -LL Cool J
Guess who’s back. Back again. Beltran’s back. Tell a friend. That’s right folks, tell a friend Carlos Beltran is back. Tell a friend Carlos Beltran is back with a vengeance. Vengeance is mine, I will repay, sayeth the Voltron. And repay Carlos Beltran surely did last night. He repaid with three big bombs. He repaid with his first three bomb game of his career leading the Metropolitans to a 9-5 victory at Coors Field. How about that? How about this: All three of Beltran’s ding-dongs were two-run shots. He’s only the second player in Mets history to hit three home runs with runners on base in one game. He joins Dave Kingman, who did that at Dodger Stadium on June 4, 1976, with a pair of two-run homers and a three-run blast. Wooooo doggie!
I know we’ve come so far, but we’ve got so far to go. I know the road seems long, but it won’t be long ’till it’s time to go. So, most days we’ll take it fast, and some nights lets we’ll take it slow. I know we’ve come so far, but baby, baby, we’ve got so far to go. -Hairspray
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s too early for this. Like Sean Penn and Chaz Palmenteri, too Hurly Burly for this. Don’t call me Shirley for this. That’s what you’re thinking. It’s not what I’m thinking. I’m thinking what Yogi Berra is thinking. I’m thinking, “It gets late awfully early around here.” Heck, we’re already 36 games into the season. That’s 2/9 of all games. That’s 22%. 22% mental. The other half physical. Let’s get physical, physical. I wanna get physical. Let’s get physical and see what’s what. Like Stan the Man Musial always says: “I never realized that batting a little ball around could cause so much commotion.” These cats are causing a commotion. A loco-motion. My little baby sister can do it with ease. It’s easier than learning your a b c’s. So come on, come on, do the loco-motion with me. Come on with me and let’s take a peak at the All So Far Team, shall we? Sure we shall!
What does it take to be number one? Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers. What does it take to be number one? Hey hey hey hey.. -Nelly
Opening day is just two weeks away. Ahhhh, baseball. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. I know it’s a little early. I know what Bill Veeck said. I know he said, “This is a game to be savored, not gulped. There’s time to discuss everything between pitches or between innings.” I don’t care. I want it all. I want it now. I want to know what the Big Fundamental wants to know. “Good, better, best. Never let it rest. Until your good is better and your better is best.” Who’s good? Who’s the best? Today we will discuss who’s the best. We’ll discuss who’s the worst. And we’ll discuss everything in between. So, without further ado, let’s hand out the hardware:
Some folks may think the above video crosses the line. Some folks may think the above video is in bad taste. Those folks are probably right, but it sure is funny. Just so you know, I’m digging the Onion’s Sports Dome. Just so you know, I haven’t laughed this hard at sports anchors since Chet Harper said, “Tonight at the Alamodome, he gets Happy-Go-Jackie on the big white guy like a donkey eating a waffle! Sweet Sassy Molassey! Get out the checkbook and pay grandma for the rubdown as the Spurs beat the Heat, 86-79! So tune in, tell ‘em the Public sent ya. You won’t be disappointed.
Peace out homies. Six two and even!
What you waiting on? I present to you a perfect situation. Ain’t no need anticipating, no. Take that. Take that. -Usher
Public Service Announcement: Ok, listen, I have no love for the Mets. To me, the New York Metropolitans are just another baseball team. At this point, just another bad baseball team. But Jeff Francoeur has some nerve. In case you haven’t heard, Jeff Francoeur took some shots at his old team and they went a little something like this: “I always wanted to know what it was like to play meaningful baseball in New York and I’m going to have the opportunity.” Ouch! That’s not nice.
Oh baby, I’m a star! Might not know it now baby, but I are, I’m a star! I don’t want to stop ’till I reach the top. Sing it! -Prince
Public Service Announcement: Everybodys’s jibbering about Ubaldo Jimminez. Everybody’s jabbering about Stephen Strasburg. Jibbering and jabbering. Blibbering and blabbering. What about this guy? What about Bob Adam Wainwright? Last night, Adam Wainwright hurled seven shutout innings to lead the Cardinals to a 6-1 victory over the Reds. That may not seem like such a big deal to you, but know this: Wainwright has now registered 17 wins this season. Wainwright has now registered a 1.99 ERA this season. All through 25 starts. Pretty good, right? Damn skippy it’s good. Since 1970, only five other pitchers posted at least 17 wins and an ERA below 2.00 through 25 starts in a season. Only Vida Blue 1971 (19 wins; 1.37 ERA), Gaylord Perry 1972 (17 wins; 1.70 ERA), Ron Guidry1978 (17 wins; 1.79 ERA), Dwight Gooden 1985 (18 wins; 1.64 ERA) and Roger Clemens in 1997 (18 wins; 1.66 ERA).