Of course, I can't seem to go one post without mentioning the Pirates, so I had to add this photo and story sent to me from Pat S. of Pittsburgh:
This past weekend I was in New York and had the pleasure of sitting in the bleachers for Saturday's game. There's not really much more for me to say that hasn't been covered by just about everyone's emails to you, but I will add two things.
First: they don't serve alcohol in the bleachers at Yankee Stadium. It's probably a good idea, especially during a Boston series, but it made for a much worse experience for any Pirate fan. Roger Clemens cut through the Pirates lineup with a C-pitching performance and I had to be sober the whole time. It was right on par with getting a tooth drilled with no novocaine.
Secondly: From left to right - Half of my head, Ronnie Florian taking a picture of Tony Armas warming up in the bullpen, half of my girlfriend's head. I was going to ask him to take a picture with me so I wouldn't have to be sneaky, but after I heard him call four different people "brother" and say "I can't wait until the end of the year when the Bucs fire Littlefield..." I really didn't want to talk to him.
So it looks like the Ultimate Pirate Fan takes his act on the road, too. Mondesi's House is turning into a virtual "Where's Waldo" of Ronnie Florian. Where will he show up next? And what's with his overuse of the word "brother"? Has he turned into a 1980s Hulk Hogan before our eyes?
Skippy and Ronnie were merely an appetizer. I'm just a little backed up with tons of great stuff that you've sent in. Eventually, I'll get caught up. I know I owe you an incredibly long edition of "The News", and I'm trying to find the time for a mailbag at some point this week. So hang in there. And I'll definitely make sure we have another great contest prize next week for your incredible efforts.