I love this part of the baseball season. Not only is it the start of the spring and hope springing eternal, blah, blah, blah, but people can say the craziest things based on what has happened already. Baseball may be the only sport that people can make the wildest predictions based on the smallest samples. For example, did you know:
Pirates outfielder Xavier Nady is on pace to hit 108 home runs and drive home 378 runs?
Astros outfielder Michael Bourn is going to steal 162 bases, but only hit .182?
You heard it hear first.
On to some things you didn't hear first here, but I am going to repeat because they bear repeating (all brought to you by the letter "O").
Down goes Pedro. (MetsBlog)
I'm glad I saw Velvet Revolver while Scott Weiland was still with the band. They put on a great show. Oh, there he goes, he goes, he goes. (HardRock Hideout)
Back in the day, the Phillies had a guy named Rambo. (Baseball Reference)
Picked up a few CDs at the store today: new Sevendust, Gabriela y Rodrigo, the Fugees' classic The Score, and new Black Crowes.
Method Man tells the youth to stay in school or he'll beat their ass, yo. (Grandgood)
In Uruguay, they are planning the world's largest BBQ. Over 12,000 kilograms of meat. That's 26,455 pounds. Or 13 tons of meat. And isn't that the place where you can't get extradited from? And they cook tons of BBQ? Away I go to Montevideo! (Global Voices Online)
And finally, 'tis a sad day, Peter Tom "P.T." Willis is out after 12 years as FSU radio color man. No more "I see ya (player name)" after a big play. That sucks. I liked P.T. Willis. Boo-hoo. (Andrew Carter's Chopping Block)
Ok, enough random babble. Yo soy finito.