Season Starts

Holy Shit! It's the 2009 season. Let's dust off the Internets, and bring this terrible blog back to life with some Frankenstein-like brutality. Hopefully, by the end of this post, Kenneth Branagh dies.

So what the hell has happened since we last saw the Jays back in 2008, when the team was pretty shitty? Well, the economy slid further down the shitter, employees got laid off, ticketsales presumably followed the downward trends, and the Jays did not sign one free agent to a guaranteed major league contract. AJ Burnett is a Yankee. Michael Barrett is a Blue Jay. Robbie Alomar (alledgedly) has Aids. Well fuck me. Good times.

This season is shaping up to be as brutal as a Montag video. And to top it off, I'm now hearing that Alex Rios might be shipped off this year? Fuck that!

So, I'll be up in the 500 boonies tomorrow for the home opener, which should be the highlite of the year. I thought about setting up a Twitter account, but remembered that Twitter is for people like this.

Silver lining for this year: every game other than the home opener should be pretty much general admission, as 90% of seats will have no bums in them. Problem: Annoying loud fans will be easier to hear in the cave.

Moneyball Casting Call

The wheels are in motion, and apparantly, Brad Pitt is in negotiations to play Billy Beane in the movie adaptation of Michael Lewis' best selling book, Moneyball.

While Pitt is a curious choice, the real question is who should be cast in the minor role of J.P. Ricciardi... Mr. John Turturro, or Mr. Jeff Goldblum??

Big Head

Watching TBS today, Ripken's noggin' filled up my whole TV screen, which seemed to shed a new light as to how he was able to recover quickly from getting banged up and have his ridiculous games played streak... a lot of Wheaties, for sure!

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