Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
I was a little disgusted to read about how Yankee fans are being supportive of ARod during this "difficult time", as though it wasn't completely self-induced. Although I second Stoeten's hope that "Jays fans in Dunedin don't shit on him any harder for steroids than the do simply for his being a vain, fruity, douche." Add in the fact that Show Pony is so insecure that he not only shot 'roids, but felt the need to resort to bush-league moves to beat the likes of Bronson Arroyo and Howie Clark.
Obilgatory Blair Ass Kiss
which featured this little gem:
There are three words that tell you how much time a player has spent in Arizona or California: 'In-N-Out,' as in 'In-N-Out' Burgers which are, simply put, the single greatest fast food product known to mankind. (Ask for the double-double 'animal style.') Want to start a conversation? Mention In-N-Out.
That's what happened Tuesday, when Travis Snider started talking about pizza to Adam Lind and somehow Lyle Overbay jumped in and then Brian Wolfe uttered the magic words: "I have an In-N-Out Burger near my home," he said.
Silence. "Down the block. And a friend of mine's the owner." Eyes moistened. Voices stop in mid-sentence. Cue Rod Barajas, heavy sigh.