But now baseball is shaking its muffinbutt my way and enticing me with the intrigue that is Winter Meetings. And I'm totally falling for it.
MAKING IT RAIN IN MIAMI
The Marlins got a makeover, yo. They are really going for it, rebranding and spending huge with a new stadium, new manager (¡Ozzie Guillen!) and new super studs like Jose Reyes, Mark Buerhle, and probably Prince Fielder.
And, of course, there's the new name. They are Miami, not all of Florida. They are sexy South Beach clubs and tan boobs and Lebron, not Floribama and NASCAR. So, suck on that, Jack McKeon.
No extreme team makeover would be complete without a new wardrobe (and new logo) just as no public event in Miami would be complete without a runway and Pitbull.
Muey caliente! What's that? Caliente doesn't mean painfully awkward? Never mind.
I LIKE THE WAY YOU MOVE, ANGELS

Pujols belongs in the American League* for the rest of his career, for two very important reasons.
1. The existence of the designated hitter, and 2. So that we can see him more often, girl.
* but not on the Yankees or Red Sox
* and not on an AL central competitor team
* and not in Oakland because I don't really see him in green
It sounds like the burning of the 5 jerseys has already commenced in St. Louis. Sad. Stay classy, Cardinals nation.
ON THE HOME FRONT
The Twins are boring and/or predictable compared to fish and the angels so there isn't a whole lot to say-- Nathan is gone. Capps is still here. Slowey is gone. There's still buzzing around Cuddyer, but it's a dull buzz. The new shortstop Jamey Carroll kind of looks like Nelson Van Alden on Boardwalk Empire.
Ciao, buddies!
-cr
P.S., anyone watch Baseball Wives?
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