Friday, July 31, 2009
Top 22 Under-the-Rader MLB Deadline Deals
Well, we here at PaRMLoT are all about bucking trends little by little, AKA, when I'm supposed to be finishing a chapter for work, I write lists about fake things that happened in baseball today (but not really).
Anyway, we've all heard that story about the baseball player who got traded for an expensive dinner or a handful of bats... well, guess what. THINGS LIKE THAT STILL HAPPEN. For instance, today--the date of the Major League Baseball trade deadline--the following trades happened:
22. Gary Matthews Jr. traded from the Angels to the Astros for a relatively sizeable hunk of cheese
21. Marco Scutaro traded from the Blue Jays to the Oriolies for four screws, a thumbtack, and a sheet of paper with a crudely drawn penis on it
20. Heath Bell traded from the Padres to the Mets for the Asian Jonathan Papelbon
19. Eddie Guardado traded from the Rangers to the Twins for some twine and a particularly sharp chicken bone
18. Stephen Drew traded from the D-Backs to the Mariners for the entire Internets
17. Rocco Baldelli traded from the Red Sox to the Braves for a DVD copy of Entrapment
16. Nick Johnson traded from the Nationals to the Rays for two DVD copies of Entrapment, plus a VHS of Youngblood
15. Huston Street traded from the Rockies to the Brewers for a sturdy 50 year-old oak
14. Boof Bonser traded from the Twins to the Dodgers for the farm, and all its residents
13. Ricky Nolasco traded from the Marlins to the Nationals for the philosophical idea of the Washington Nationals
12. Grant Balfour traded from the Rays to the Tigers for a potato alarm clock and Eva Mendes, who is a lizard
11. Khalil Greene traded from the Cardinals to the Yankees for the gay Jonathan Pabelbon
10. Vernon Wells traded from the Blue Jays to the Cubs for the island nation of Papau New Guinea
9. David Eckstein traded from the Padres to the Rangers for Jupiter’s moon Io
8. Fausto Carmona traded from the Indians to the D-Backs for the naming rights to the next Farrelly Brothers' comedy
7. Willy Aybar traded from the Rays to the Cardinals for the blind Jonathan Papelbon
6. Mark Teahen traded from the Royals to the Rockies for a handful of grapes and $150,000
5. Dennys Reyes traded from the Cardinals to the Rangers for a high plains drifter with nothing to lose but his past
4. Marlon Byrd traded from the Rangers to the Mariners for a can of wasabi peas and a “Kick me!” sign
3. Homer Bailey traded from the Reds to the Yankees for whatever the Native Americans sold Manhattan for
2. A.J. Pierzynski traded from the White Sox to the Indians for window-mounted AC unit and Jhonny Peralta
1. Jonathan Papelbon traded from the Red Sox to the Tigers for the female Jonathan Papelbon
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Top 23 Other Baseball Metaphors For Sex
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Top 2 Things That Are Borderline Unforgivable
You guys better win tonight or I am taking over the team like that kid in Little Big League. There will be a reckoning! No one is safe! Not even you, Nicky Punto! Now, slide into first base head-first! Again! Again! Who do you play for! Again! Again!
1. I put up a "Happy Birthday, Paul Rudd" list, but not a "Happy Birthday, Mom" list?!
You guys, this was just bad, bad form. You may recall that yesterday, April 6th, I posted a list chronicling the eight best roles Paul Rudd has played, in honor of his 40th birthday. Well, where the hell was I on March 28th, and where was the tribute list to my dear mother? (Note: I'm not "just now bringing this up" 'cause my dad told me to or anything like that. It dawned on me this morning and I felt totes bummed, so I had to do something about it. In fact, DAD, where was the "How dare you not tribute your mom in list fashion!" email?! Diffusion of responsibility!) Anyway, here are the Top 8 Roles My Mom Has Played:
8) Department chair
7) First soprano (not like, first ever, but still!)
6) First librarian in space (that was a first)
5) Also the second librarian in space
4) "Melissa" in A.R. Gurney's Love Letters
3) Wife
2) Mother
1) Third librarian in space
I love you, Mom!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Top 23 Literary Characters Chosen in a Literary Character Fantasy Baseball Draft
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Top Saddest Thing About Baseball Season
1.) The end.
(FYI: This isn’t really going to be much of list, just a collection of thoughts about the Minnesota Twins, Game #163, and baseball in general.)
I jumped out of my seat as fast as I could after Alexi Casilla flied out center to end the game; I was absolutely determined not to see the White Sox celebrating their victory and subsequent clinching of the AL Central crown. But celebrate they should, I suppose… it was an absolute artwork of a game. Still, one bad pitch gets slapped 461 feet and that’s the season.
In the 8th, I couldn’t help but think, “These are the Twins, man! They do the little things right, they play small ball, they’re fundamental… someone’s gonna tie this up.” I actually found myself convinced that Nicky Punto was going to knock one out of the park. (Nick, on the most offhand of chances, if you are reading—know that I am the only kid walking around NYC with a #8 jersey that reads “Twins” on the front and your name on the back. You’re my guy.) That’s what a great ballclub does, I guess… they make you believe.
As per usual, my mind has been flooded with a host of clichés… tokenisms about there always being a next year, and hockey season being a few weeks away, and the fact that it’s only a game. Well, DFW said that clichés stick around for a reason—they’re deep, transcendent truths and the fact that we’ve heard them a million times doesn’t detract from their validity. That maybe true, but I just have to take an issue with that last one: “It’s only a game.” Yeah. It is. It is only a game. And that’s what I love about it. I love games, because we need games. We need to be able to play and (sometimes!) win at ultimately meaningless things because we need that release. We’re in the midst of a financial crisis, the likes of which we haven’t seen in decades. Thursday night, a vice presidential candidate is going to take the stage for a debate who believes the earth was created in six days. There are still good-hearted American kids dying in Iraq, not to mention the good-hearted kids on the other side, as well. Excuse the preachiness, but that’s why we need to spend three meaningless hours on the couch every once in a while, it’s three hours you don’t have to spend staring at headlines that make you want to jerk your car off a bridge.
I’m not saying we should trade in our moral compasses for a glove and a bat. I’m just saying it can be a symbiotic relationship. Besides, the will to compete and the urge to cheer are basic human drives, as is the will to create artificial sets of rules and go and out play by them. It’s all story…
Anyway. Now that I’ve mentioned Sarah Palin, Iraq, and the human condition in general… I left my house and went for a walk. (A walk I went on after the 1998 NFC Championship Game, after Super Bowl XXV—well, kinda—after the 2003 West Conference Finals… and a whole host of other times.) “Unsatisfied” by the Replacements came on my iPod. That was quaint. I walked up to the liquor store with the cat that I like, but it looked like she was off for the night. I made a concerted effort to avoid any brands relating to the color white, socks, or Chicago in general. As I rang out with the cashier… the little cat strolled out of the back room and sidled up to my sneakers, as if she knew somehow. (She didn’t. She’s a cat and I am human who is regularly nice to her. Anyway, though, it was a sweet gesture.) Here’s the thing. We’ve got five young pitchers with great arms and brains. We’ve got the AL batting champ and the likely MVP runner-up. We can win without Torii and Johan. We’ve got speed, we’ve got heart, we’ve got fundamentals. Granted, it didn’t win us the World Series or anything this year… but it at least got us past #162. Even if just for one game.
Well. Thanks for a great season, guys. Pitchers and catchers report in 137 days. I hope I can last that long.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Top 15 Cards to Play
