If Brian Cashman Attended A Baseball Exec Meeting Similar To The American Cancer Society Awards' Dinner On Mad Men

Instead of working the room for info on trades or free agents he would be getting......For a clip from this outstanding episode

Brian Cashman Meets The Bleacher Creatures: What Should Have Happened

Instead Bald Vinny was taken in by Jack Z's b. or the fans showed restraint because he brought his son.

Hughes And Garcia: On Their Way To Penn Station

Garcia And Hughes: Worse And Worser

Yankees Win And Honor The Moose

Gary Carter welcomes Moose to Baseball Heaven

Delmon Young: Geshvoln Un Gedroln Zol Er Vern Vi A Barg

For the story on Delmon's recent antics For the translation My mother said Vegerschwollen.

George Speaks Out On Cashman/Pineda Fiasco

Brian Cashman: On The Job

John Kruk: One Ball Hung Lo, Lo Blow

I'm not sure if it's the right or left cojone.  Forgive my insensitivity. I wish him continued good health. May that be his only concern.
As reported in the nydailynews
“Yeah, Nick, you did your job. That’s what you were expected to do so just accept it and be a little more humble,” said Kruk, in a disgusted tone. “I hear Yankee fans say, ‘Well, that’s Nick. That’s the way he is.’ ”
As one of my friends stated:

 Gee, what a surprise:  nobody ever had a word to say about the golden hours that big fat f--k Ortiz spent standing at home plate to admire his home runs against us or, say, how much Valverde liked to celebrate last year.  But somehow, when it comes to a Yankee, it’s suddenly 1964 again, and ESPN’s commentators are calling for bean balls.
The various talking heads who cover baseball—and all pro sports now—have got to decide what they want.  Swisher is the exact opposite of what they always claim to deplore, which is the sulking, loafing athlete.  Instead, he bubbles over with enthusiasm, he’s never down, he’s always a team player, and hey, when his team pulls off a nearly miraculous comeback, he gets a little excited.
To quote the great Derrick Coleman, “Whoop-de-damn-do.”
If it had been Dustin Pedroia out there, ESPN’s crack commentators would’ve been lining up to blow kisses to him for never giving up and playing with such team spirit.
Which brings us back to Kruk, who of late seems strangely sullen and out of sorts himself.  I can occasionally forgive the modern athlete for being cranky considering the various burdens they have to deal with—never being able to go anywhere, being constantly surrounded by would-be thieves, having to answer sportswriters’ questions, etc.
But one thing I can’t ever forgive is the sulking commentator.  People like Kruk are paid a fortune to go around the country and give their opinion after watching a game.  If they can’t at least fake it, they ought to quit—and that goes even for my old idol, Paul O’Neill, who needs to stop his constant whining every time a game goes into extra innings.  Hey John, Paulie—there’s a depression out here, you know!

Cashman Trading For Pineda, What A Jerkoff !

Jeter's Apartment For Sale

Now that he is selling it, we get a rare glimpse of what it looked like inside

Anger Mounts In Red Sox Nation After 15-9 Loss

Sweet Valentine

You know
Where it began
Don't know why I'm flailin'
You know
But then I know it's growing strong
You know
Was in Texas
You know
And Texas became New York
You know
Who'd have believed I'm still so wrong
You know
Fans, angry fans
You know
Yelling out
You know
Hating me
You know
Players too
You know
Sweet Valentine
You know
Oh how I've been so misunderstood

You know
I've been enshrined
You know
Japan's my best neighborhood
You know
But now I
You know
Should look for a flight
You know
And then I won't seem so lonely
You know
I'd even fly Jet Blue
You know
I may get hurt
You know
Bosox fans breaking my shoulders
You know
I'll be hurtin bad when holding you
You know
Mobs angry mobs
You know
With some clout
You know
Hating me
You know
Players too
You know
Sweet Valentine
You know
Oh how I've been so misunderstood

This Off Season Not Only Was Cashman Getting Laid, But He Was Also Getting Waylaid

That's Jack Zduriencik, the Seattle GM, doing his Sergeant Bilko impersonation.

100 Years From Today: Yankees Will Still Rule

The late great Maxine Sullivan (a Bronx native for much of her life)
in 1986 with Scott Hamilton on tenor. Special 100 year Fenway Park
Anniversary lyrics.

Don't mourn your losses, just drink royal crown
Enjoy the excuses for your sadness to drown
Why should you care that your team isn't sound
A hundred years ago till today!
Why crave a pennant that's only a dream
You're far from winning on Fenway's old green
Bobby V instead of Tito? Just another dumb scheme
A hundred years ago till today!
So eat and sing and make boozing the thing
Be happy while you may
There's always one, scoring more runs
That limits time for feeling that way
Youk is whining, and that's a bad sign
Cling to two series and just be resigned
The Yanks are your daddy and forever they'll shine
A hundred years ago till today!
And a hundred years from today

Caroline Throws Out One Of Ceremonial Balls At Fenway

Special Look At Fenway 100th Anniversary

That's some of the characters from Dukes Of Hazzard along with Randy Levine (representing the Yankees) along with a Tom Yawkey impersonator and Pumpsie Green, recreating a scene from their show that is relevant to Fenway history.

Tim Tebow Quotes Scripture In Describing Derek Jeter

Wade, Tebow and Bobby V Seen Recently At A Yankee Game

Watch Out Bobby V, Mossad Chief Amir Pardo Has Plans

Bobby V Disses Youk, Pisses Off Moses

The nerve! Maybe Bobby thought he had escaped the Passover season.

Rachel Loves Her Some Derek

Phi Hughes Sucks A Mad One

Phil Hughes, What Happened To The Dream?

Hughes, what happened to the dream?
You were once wonderful
The future ace of the team

What happened to the fastball of yours?
Now just a bp, gopher ball of yours
Batters granted big smiles from yours,
Sadly and truly.

Hughes, a juicer under a cloud?
We should have traded you away
But the gashman didn't allow
We'd have IPK to ourselves
Alone and apart.
Not on a Padre team
But safe into our hearts

Ain't It Sweet, Thank Those Orioles For That Sweep

Ain't it sweet? Thank those orioles for that sweep After dropping three and looking on oh so anxiously, Ain't it sweet? Ain't it nice? That Jete is hitting more than once or twice. Now I hope that A-Rod and Tex would follow in a medley, It would be nice. Just cast an eye in Boston's misdirection, Oh me oh my, ain't that perfection? Oh I repeat, well, don't you think that's kinda neat? Yes I ask you looking on a lot less anxiously, Ain't it sweet?