Archive for May 2012

White Sox 2, Rays 1: Chris Sale: 15Ks and three hits in seven and a third. Adam Dunn hit a two-run homer. Red Sox 7, Tigers 4: Jim Leyland said that we saw what we saw and should write what we saw, so let’s do that: The Red Sox’ second inning rally never should have happened […]

And thus endeth the current iteration of ShysterBall. Starting Monday it will be all CTB, all the time. It’ll be everything ShysterBall is and more. I’m hoping you all join me. But this is not goodbye old friends, it is merely farewell, for I will be back on the esteemed pages of THT come April […]

I actually came in to work today because I figured my last day should be a Friday. I’m like the only attorney in the whole office. Even better? They entrusted me with the coffee club money to pay the guy from the catering company who comes by on Fridays. What’s stopping me from running off […]

The past couple of Thanksgivings I did a post in which I ran down the teams, one by one, and noted what they had to be thankful for. I don’t have that kind of snark in me this year. Probably because I’m so damn preoccupied with those things I am thankful for. This time last […]

Remember the Geoff Baker Rigidity Awards? If not, they were a short series of posts I wrote last spring in the wake of the Jerod Morris/Raul Ibanez steroid dustup. You know, the one in which a blogger said that it was possible, based on a statistical pattern, that Raul used PEDs and then every mainstream […]

As I’m winding up work this morning, a law student who has worked in my office as a clerk since the beginning of summer left me a mix CD entitled “Music that Craig Likes?” She and I have been friendly enough, but we’ve never talked about music or pop culture or anything like that. Certainly […]

I pulled double duty over at the Blue Network today. Let’s get to it: The Angels could be the Tigers’ Huckleberry. The Tigers are allegedly shopping Miguel Cabrera. Unless they think he’s gonna crawl into the bottom of a bottle and never come out again, they probably shouldn’t. Pujols is a lock for the MVP. […]

Pop quiz, hot shot: There’s a catcher who wins the Gold Glove, the batting title and leads the league in on base and slugging percentage. What do you call him? MVP. That is, unless you’re the (presumably) Detroit-area voter who put Miguel Cabrera in front of Mauer in first place, costing him the unanimous MVP. […]

Had my last Monday morning staff meeting this morning. Next Monday: it’s me, my cat, my Ipod, my pajamas, a pot of coffee and a big bowl of Count Chocula. Until then: Omar Vizquel is Snake Eyes to Ozzie Guillen’s Storm Shadow. Comment of the day comes from Len over at NBC: “Hey, Frenchie might […]

This has nothing to do with baseball at all, but this story sent to me by MooseinOhio is so cool that I gotta post it somewhere.* After the Celtics won the 1986 championship, [Bill] Walton sat alone in Bird’s kitchen drinking Wild Turkey until after the sun came up. I told Bird I didn’t believe […]