You know what, batting .165, you're lucky you're playing at all, jackass.

Last I checked someone has to bat ninth. Typical Yankee BS.

Maybe he had the classic "Achmed Does Abottabad"... or the fetish-gratifying "Talibanned: Don't Touch My Jihad"

Jackass... don't rest in peace.

Rickie Weeks quietly hitting.295 with an OBP nearly .370... money well spent, Mr. A.

Harmon Killebrew has decided to go gently into that dark night, foregoing any additional treatment for esophageal cancer.

The former Washington Senator/long-time Twin/short-time Royal often goes forgotten when the game's greatest sluggers are discussed, but look at that '69 season... nice.

Rest gently, good sir, you've earned it.

Are the Bucks Far Behind?

Kohl announces he will not seek re-election.

Without a new arena, I just don't see how Kohl does not eventually sell the Bucks, spelling the end of Bango et al. With retirement coming, does he continue to pour his own money into the team? As much as it will upset my brother, I don't think he will.

Bill lamenting that Pujols wasn't running hard on the ball lost in the sun. I venture to wonder if Bill watches the game closely... Albert rarely hustles, which is something that can never be said about Fielder.

When did "as of late" replace "lately"? Is that supposed to sound more formal or educated? It makes people sound like an ass of the jack variety.

Happy Mother's Day

In honor of all mother's, I give you a classic Bill Hall moment... enjoy.