Happy New Year everyone! I hope your holiday was relaxing and enjoyable. Personally, I landed back in my old home town and immediately came down with a cold that lasted the entire break. It was a dream come true.
As we all get back on our feet and head back to our jobs, here’s what you may have missed while you spooned another piece of pie into your gaping maw. And tomorrow we’ll get back to the regular stuff around here.
Indians sign Brett Myers. And picked up a new TV deal worth $400 million over ten years. It may not be Zack Greinke or $250 million a year, but it’s something.
The answer to the question that’s been plaguing man since time immemorial: how does George Brett get wasted? Now we know.
Oh, Torii Hunter. Couldn’t you have at least shut up and not answered the question? We can only hope most people don’t feel the way Hunter does. The offending passage:
“… Hunter, among baseball’s most thoughtful and intelligent players, isn’t kidding when he says an “out” teammate could divide a team.
“For me, as a Christian … I will be uncomfortable because in all my teachings and all my learning, biblically, it’s not right,” he says. “It will be difficult and uncomfortable.”
There are new batting practice caps. After the atrocity that was the last ones, what with the useless and bizarre lines and ear flap pieces, almost anything is an improvement. Except when we come to the Braves. There is no excuse for this:
The White Sox said goodbye to AJ Pierzynski the only way they knew how: by dying their goatees blond. Well, no, but they did make the public statement that is usually reserved for foreign dignitaries.
Pirates trade Joel Hanrahan to the Red Sox. Brock Holt, who sounds like an 80s pro wrestler, will also be joining Boston, while former Dodgers prospect and sometime substitute teacher Jerry Sands, infielder Ivan De Jesus, and reliever Mark Melancon are headed to Pittsburgh.
Steve Sharts loved charts about sharks and art.
Andruw Jones arrested for battery on Christmas morning. Forget his early 30s decline, this is the only real disgrace in Jones’ life.
And on this very website, we had three posts go up while we were watching The Guilt Trip with our mothers:
The Dodgers 1959 vinyl record has been digitized for your very own keepsake. Let Vin Scully lull you to sleep every night.
The thirteen moments from 2012 that remind us that baseball is great. In parts one and two.