I love Joe Mauer, but I’m guessing he’s got no flow:
Joe Mauer is from Minnesota. He is white. He plays Major League Baseball. He is considered something of a pretty boy. None of these four things outlaws him from practicing his secret hobby. All of them combined into one 6-foot-5, sideburn-wearing, .400-flirting catcher, however, makes for the unlikeliest rapper in the history of rap.
“We know he loves it,” Minnesota Twins closer Joe Nathan says.
“He does it in a studio in his house,” Twins outfielder Michael Cuddyer says.
“I’ve heard stories,” outfielder Denard Span says. “I’ve heard he buries himself in the studio. But never heard the finished product with my own ears. Looking at him right now, I’m guessing it’s a cross between Vanilla Ice and Cypress Hill.”
When I started my new job back in February, I made one or two off the cuff comments about “Watchmen,” and suddenly I was transformed into the office comic book geek. Never mind that, aside from a handful of well-known graphic novels, I own virtually no comic books. For me it’s basically “Watchmen,” some assorted Batman stuff and that’s it. But when people don’t know your personal habits very well, they tend to latch onto the first semi-defining trait of which they hear. I mentioned a comic book, so I’m the comic book guy, and that’s just how it kind of goes in offices. Which is one of the many reasons why you don’t even joke about some crap at work.
This strikes me as one of those deals. Mauer probably had one too many Sheep Head Ales, beatbox into a tape recorder, and the rest is somewhat inaccurate history.
(thanks to YankeeFanLen for the link)