Jason and I bought tickets for the World Baseball Classic when it’s down in Anaheim in March. Or rather, Jason bought the tickets, and I owe him money for my strip of seats. Uh… check’s in the mail, buddy!
(Psssssttt… no one tell Jason where I live.)
So anyhow, we’ve got our tickets and, setting aside some of the event’s more eye-rolling aspects — Mike Piazza hopes to bring the trophy back to his beloved homeland of… Italy? — we’re pretty excited about going to the World Baseball Classic.
Now if only there will be a World Baseball Classic still around for us to attend. (Thanks to Bob Timmermann’s The Griddle for the preceding link.)
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Well, this is certainly going to undo all the goodwill Congress got from going after steroid-users.
Bah. Screw all baseball. Any sport too stupid to vote Bert Blyleven into the HOF is absurd.
But surely, if you care enough about Bert Blyleven and the Hall of Fame, you care about baseball.. so how it could it be absurd? If it's absurd then you wouldn't care.
(This is the point during Captain Kirk's speech when smoke starts coming out of the android's ears.)