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Sunday, January 29, 2012

“I’m Not Superstitious, But I Am A Little Stitious”

Last week, we argued our case for why we should be arbitrators. Then we asked if you’d want us on your arbitration panel. 6 of you voted, “yes. You wear suits. And that’s awesome.” It sure is awesome. 1 person apparently didn’t like what we had to say about players being overpaid jack-a-loons and chose, “Oh, HELL no. Taco Bell? Are serious? You’re going to pay me in chalupas? F that!” We’ll have you know that we’ll take Taco Bell any day of the week. Stop being so spoiled.

It’s been a crazy week in New York, celebrating the Giants advancing to the Superbowl for the second time in just a few short years (yes, we know that this is par for the course for the folks up in New England, but give us a break). There’s been a lot of talk of not washing one’s jersey until the Giants lose. As if washing our jersey will somehow wash the magic of victory from our favorite teams.  It got us thinking. What other superstitious habits do fans and athletes (professional and unprofessional) have? Superstitious habits that we truly believe will make some sort of difference in the game’s outcome (or our personal performance). As fans, when we fail to perform these habits, we’re devastated when our team loses because we are the primary reason our team performed so poorly. As athletes, we missed that line drive or struck out because we failed to perform these habits. Some of us may be fully aware that these traditions are completely silly, but we’re not willing to take the chance and NOT partake in them. Others…well…others just have a special way of thinking that’s all.

Let’s cover the fans first, shall we? We’ll pick on ourselves first so that everyone else we pick on doesn’t feel bad about themselves. On the subject of the New York Giants, we legitimately think that our actions AND wardrobe before AND during the game make a difference in regards to how the Giants play. That is why Osi Umenyiora has been the TBB Super Hero of the Week for over a month. We can’t risk changing the Super Hero and having the Giants lose. Let’s start with our pre-game rituals. Lisa comes over to Serena’s house early in the morning. Serena then works us out until total, absolute fatigue. Serena takes a photo of Lisa half-passed out in pain on the floor and posts it to Facebook like a true friend. We take turns showering (as in not together). We get dressed. Both of us wear long-sleeved white shirts and Serena’s unwashed Giants jerseys (to stress this fact: we wear TWO different jerseys. We are not squeezing into the same jersey like a two-headed monster from Sesame Street). Lisa also wears her Mets fleece zip-up. Serena wears knee socks and a necklace with an elephant charm on it. Lisa goes to Brian’s Deli around the corner and buys us egg sandwiches (3 eggs, bacon, cheese, black pepper, ketchup, to which we add hot sauce pilfered from Croxley’s Ale House). Lisa has an in-depth conversation with the clerk at Brian’s Deli about superstitions. The deli clerk has a giant Santa wearing a Giants uniform on his front lawn that has remained lit since the Giants/Jets game. His block must be thrilled with the fact that it’s almost February and he still has a giant light-up Santa on his front lawn. Serena makes us coffee. We eat. After breakfast, we blog. At game time, Lisa wraps her head with Serena’s fleece blanket (aka: her burkah), Serena climbs under her Egyptian cotton comforter, and we drink beer. We do not leave our positions for anything until a commercial break. Even if the temperature of the room becomes stifling, Lisa is not to take off her burkah and Serena is not to remove the comforter…or her pants. While this bizarre behavior may be strictly applied to the New York Giants, we tend to exhibit similar habits during the baseball season. If the Yankees or Mets are on a winning streak, we don’t wash our jerseys. If the team has lost a game while we’ve been in attendance wearing a specific hat, we never wear that hat again during the season (don’t worry, we have plenty of Mets and Yankees hats to make up for one being removed from the rotation).

Next up is Noah (and we should forewarn you that 98.8% of our poll panel is from the same bar that we steal the hot sauce from. We also never got out of our seats to conduct this poll because we’re lazy, so the people mentioned here are pretty much individuals within our vicinity, customers who made the mistake of getting a drink at the bar near us, or employees of aforementioned bar). Noah wears the same jersey and drinks the same beer at the same bar during each game. Noah’s friend, Brendan, drinks an unsweetened iced tea from Dunkin Donuts and he doesn’t wash his jersey. If his team loses, he is overcome by a feeling of failure. That’s his words, not ours. This is the one time where we did not put words into someone else’s mouth. The boys also talked about their friend, Sage, who was not in attendance. Before walking into a Yankees game, Sage always orders 3 Ozzy dogs (we’re not even sure what kind of hot dog that is) from the same street vendor.

Joe explained that during a game, he wears only regular clothes. He does not like to represent the team.

Bill has an old throwback Lawrence Taylor jersey that he only wears on special occasions. It’s only washed after a loss. He’s currently 7-1 with this jersey. Even though the white fabric of the jersey is sporting a stain, he will not wash it until the Giants lose. He will definitely be wearing it for Superbowl. A minor ritual he has before every game is that he posts the same Facebook status prior to the game. That status is, “Gameday.”

Now for the athletes. We don’t care who you are. If you play or once played sports, you have participated in superstitious behavior whether you realized it or not. For example, Serena played college softball with a girl who when she was on the mound, had to start each approach to the mound with the following system: stand at the rear of the circle, take 3 steps toward the rubber starting with her right foot (the third step lightly kicking the rubber with the toe of her right foot before planting). If any part of this procedure went awry, she had to start over again or else the mechanics of her next pitch would be off. Another pitcher on Serena’s team had to face the outfield between each pitch and scan the field to make sure every player was in position before approaching the mound. These are all superstitions. That committing the same act over and over again will in some way, effect what’s going to happen next.

Our paneled athletes came from the same pool (with a few exceptions) as our sports fans panel (remember, we’re lazy). Chris the Bar Back (and hot wing arbitrator) and a fellow patron (also named Chris) both have an at bat ritual. While standing at the plate, the boys use their bat to make a cross (you know…tap north, tap south, tap east, tap west) across homeplate. Chris the Bar Back also had other traditions: it’s bad luck not to wear his #23 wristband during a baseball game and prior to football games, he performed the same stretching routine.

The Great Awesome Super Fantastic Adam The Bartender (yeah, he had absolutely no involvement in how he was portrayed in this blog post) spits in his glove every time he gets into his position at short stop.

Herve played soccer, volleyball, and baseball. Regardless of which sport he was playing, he had to have a vanilla shake before every game. He also wore a lucky wristband.

Serena wore her hair in pigtail braids until a batting streak came to an end. Prior to stepping into the batter’s box, she waited until the catcher was in position. When getting into her position at third at the start of each inning, she smoothed the dirt just ahead of her with her right foot.

Lisa had no pre-game rituals as a cheerleader. Or if she did, she can’t remember them.

You know you’ve seen the professionals do it as well. Ever notice the at bat ritual of Joe Mauer or Nomar Garciaparra. It’s so repetitive that it’s like a tic. It could drive a person crazy to watch these routines over and over and over and over again.  Mauer kicks the dirt around in the batter’s box, runs his hand up and down the handle of the bat, steps into the box and taps his helmet with his left hand. Nomar fiddled with his batting gloves before stepping into the batter’s box and performed some sort of twinkle toes routine combined with a bat swish. We tried to find a better video of it, but this was the best we could do. Ignore the fat man who abruptly steps into the camera’s view just before the second pitch. You can see the whole routine just before the third pitch. Craig Biggio never washed his helmet. It was gross. By the end of the season, it looked like it was dipped in the La Brea Tar Pit. We’re not going to even touch upon the whole Jason Giambi golden thong situation. In fact, we just threw up a little bit in our mouths.

Superstitions can spill onto the pitcher’s mound as well. Ever notice a pitcher who has a no-hitter or perfect game on the line is always sitting at one end of the dugout by himself? And despite the fact that a no-hitter and perfect game is one of the most exciting things to witness, no one ever talks about it while it’s happening? As fans, we don’t even like to talk about it, fearing that it may jinx the pitcher…unless, of course, you want him to fail. Then you chat that sh*t up every chance you can.

Feel free to email us or post a comment to this blog about your strange rituals. We look forward to hearing from you.

Now onto some semblance of normalcy: this week’s baseball notes! On Tuesday, Jorge Posada officially announced his retirement. You can view the video of his speech here. You’ll notice that his wife is extremely hot. Watch this video with caution. It’s a little emotional and we’re a touch embarrassed to admit that we teared up a bit. Serena remembers when Posada when he first came onto the scene. He was a great hitter and a sh*tty catcher who eventually usurped Joe Girardi (who worked with Posada on his fielding skills, mind you. It was very similar to when Anakin Skywalker betrayed his mentor Obi-Wan and struck him down. Yes, we just compared a real life situation to Star Wars. Don’t judge us) behind the plate. At first, Serena hated Jorge and missed Joe (a similar sentiment that Mamadukes felt when Don Mattingly retired and was replaced by Tino Martinez). Over the years, Posada’s ability behind the plate vastly improved and his big Dumbo ears gradually grew on Serena.  Now as we think about how we’ll never see Jorge Posada bat at Yankees Stadium ever again (except maybe at Old Timer’s Day), we can’t help but feel old. First Andy Pettitte. Now Jorge Posada. You know Mariano Rivera’s retirement is gonna come sooner rather than later. He’s like 500 years old. He’s the Yoda of closers (see how we did that? Brought it full circle back to Star Wars again). Then all we’ll be left with is Lisa’s favorite Yankee: Derek Jeter. It’s an end of an era. It’s the Circle of Life. And it moves us all.

The Yankees have officially acquired RHP’s Michael Pineda and Jose Campos in exchange for Jesus Montero and Hector Noesi. With Seattle, Pineda went 9-10 last season with an ERA of 3.74 and finished 5th in the American League Rookie of the Year Award voting. He led all AL rookies in strikeouts (173) and strikeouts per 9 innings (9.11). The Yankees have also re-signed Andruw Jones to a 1-year contract worth reportedly $2 million with $1.4 million in performance incentives? Really? You need performance incentives? How about a f*cking cookie, you d*ck licker? How about if you don’t do your job well, my foot goes up your ass? F*cking a-hole. Go back to Atlanta. Oh, wait, now they’re too classy for you. What’s another d*ckhead team that you can be a part of? Hmm…the Red Sox. Go frolic around the outfield at Fenway and let them pay you performance incentives. PS- you spell your name wrong, you f*cking d*ck.

Tim Lincecum and the San Francisco Giants have agreed on a 2-year deal worth $40.5 million. It’s a little disappointing that they came to this agreement considering we were ready and able to arbitrate that situation. We tried on outfits and practiced speaking in legal jargon. Serena practiced not using the word, “f*ck.” Or any variation of that word, like f*cked, f*cking, f*cks, f*cker, f*ck-ass, mother f*cker, etc.

As the great Stevie Wonder once said, “Very superstitious behaviors at the bar. Very superstitious unwashed jerseys about to smell. Your 13-hour batting stance broke the no-hitter. The goat’s brought the Cubs 66 years of bad luck. The good things in your past. When you believe in things you don’t understand, then you suffer. Superstition ain’t the way.”

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The MLB Continues Not to Hire Us

Last week’s poll focused on the Red Sox’s pending decision regarding their new manager. At blogging time, the candidates had been narrowed down to Bobby Valentine and Gene Lamont. Naturally, because we’re jerk offs, we can’t just give you two normal options to choose from and as usual, you did not fail to deliver stupidity. This is why you continue to amuse us. Of the 8 votes, 4 of you wisely chose Serena. Obviously, she is a feisty, intelligent, and no BS kind of girl. She’d make an excellent manager. Unfortunately, she was not even considered for the position, which is a damn shame. Since she has little to no respect for the majority of the players on the Red Sox, she could’ve easily overhauled that lineup and revamped its attitude without adding any new players, saving the franchise a boat load of money! Quite simply, all she would’ve had to do was destroy whatever self-respect and ego these players had, make them feel less like men and more like pathetic and sniveling peons, and then slowly rebuild them into respectable, unselfish, and team-minded athletes. Following the mental renovation, the players would be put on a strict diet and workout regime. There’s no room for overweight and out of shape players on this team. The fried chicken and beer would have to be saved for the off season (hear that, Red Sox bullpen?). The men who crumbled under the pressure clearly do not belong on this redesigned team and would therefore be disposed of as she can’t afford dead weight in the clubhouse. Alas, this will not be so.

This signals the third time that Serena has been rejected for a position with the MLB. You may recall that prior to their financial ruin, Serena had reached out to the Mets offering to be a consultant for the team. She’s pretty confident that her being a Yankees fan had something to do with their lack of responsiveness, but it’s quite clear that they needed her assistance badly. Just look at the mess they got themselves into. She also later applied for a community events position with the Pittsburgh Pirates. She never heard back from them either. Still can’t figure out what went wrong with that one. As a package deal, we recommended our skill sets on several occasions to the MLB, including offering to serve on the panel of experts designated to choose the individuals to fill the open management positions following the 2010 season (including the Mets). We even suggested ourselves as the replacement Kansas City Royals’ mascot after an awkward hot dog incident left the original individual unemployed.

The next runner up in the poll with 3 votes is Buddy the Elf. This is a fine choice as we’re pretty sure that Buddy would pretty much run the Red Sox into the ground, leaving the AL East title wide open for the Yankees. J 1 person went the adult route and chose Bobby Valentine. Boo hiss. No one voted for Gene Lamont. Poor Gene. He’s like the fat kid last to be picked for Dodgeball. It’s okay, Gene. Have some cake.

On the subject of our poll, earlier this week, the Red Sox officially announced Bobby Valentine as their new manager. Awesome. So they’ve traded in a creepy, level 5-looking manager (albeit a good one) for a loud-mouthed, arrogant a-hole. Good times. Valentine’s new role includes a 2-year contract with options for the 2014 and 2015 seasons.

Late Thursday night, the Marlins reached a deal with closer Heath Bell for 3 years, pending a physical (as always). The contract is reportedly worth $27 million. So far, the Marlins have certainly flexed their off season muscles. New name, new stadium, and new tacky uniforms obviously require a new roster, right?

Mariano Rivera had surgery to remove polyps on his vocal cords yesterday at New York Presbyterian Hospital. He won’t be able to speak for a week, but he’ll be fully recovered in one month and the procedure should have zero effect on his pitching ability for the upcoming season.

There has been no update on the Jose Reyes front, though Mets GM Sandy Alderson claims that he plans on reopening talks with the a-hole short stop’s representation during the Winter Meetings, which begin on Monday in Dallas.

Joe Mauer has been busy preparing for the 2012 season after his 2011 season came to a close thanks to a bout of pneumonia. According to Mauer, he’s “healthy and happy.” That’s nice. And reassuring for Twins fans and potential fantasy baseball participants (ahem, Tigers Love Pepper). But what kind of non-elderly person contracts pneumonia?? This still bugs us! What’s next for Mauer? Yellow Fever? Small Pox? Dentures?

Last week, we announced our 2012 stadium tour schedule. While we haven’t been able to buy tickets yet, we’re pretty confident in which games we’d like to go to. In fact, we’ve been so bold as to book our airfare to Toronto thanks to a great deal we found on Black Friday. We’ll be in (Oh) Canada from July 26th-29th and plan on seeing the Jays play the Tigers either Friday night or Saturday afternoon. The goal is to visit Atlanta over Memorial Day weekend, but right now that’s still up in the air. We’ll be able to provide a more definite answer on that in January when Lisa gets her time off approved. Finally, we plan on driving down to DC on Friday, August 31st or Saturday, September 1st for a Nationals/Cardinals game. Exciting, exciting. Now we wait with bated breath for single-game tickets to go on sale.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

A Whole Lot of Sh*t Without Really Saying Anything

Based on the results of our poll, you people are a pack of sickos. We truly don’t even know what to say to you at this point. We asked what you thought Operation Hot Brother was all about and 3 of you actually felt that Lisa was in love with Brother. Are you insane? He’s but a child! He’s like a younger brother to Lisa! That’s almost incest. You people are just gross. 1 person thought we had to rescue Brother from a fire-breathing dragon, which is very noble of you to assume, but if we’re being completely honest here, Serena would probably try to adopt the dragon as a pet whereas Lisa would run away screaming. Note how there’s not much saving involved in either of those scenarios. 2 of you claimed that there was no Brother and this was just another stupid thing that the two of us have concocted. We’ll have you know that there IS a Brother! He’s listed in our TBB lingo page for f*ck’s sakes! Pay attention! Lastly, 2 people chose “you were searching long and hard for Dial hand soap.” This, our stupid friends, is the correct answer. Liquid Dial hand soap is an endangered species these days despite it being an American institution in the soap community. We had to visit 4 stores in order to find it.

The playoffs are just around the corner and we’re obviously a bit too late to talk about our playoff picks because teams have already starting clinching spots. However, we already knew that the Phillies were clinching the NL East. C’mon. We knew this in February when they decided to form a “historical pitching staff” (yes, we’re still making fun of Cliff Lee for that…in fact, we’ll probably keep making fun of him for this even after he retires). Tigers’ also clinched a playoff berth. At this stage, we feel pretty strongly that the teams currently sitting in the division lead spots are going to stay there (Yankees, Rangers, Brewers, and Diamondbacks).

It’s the Wild Card races that are going to be interesting. As previously stated, the Rays are making it EXTREMELY exciting in the American League. The Red Sox are currently leading the race by 3 games, but there’s a real possibility that the Rays can take it. The Rays have games against the Yankees (who they seem to beat all the time) and the Blue Jays to end the season, whereas the Red Sox are playing the Orioles and the Yankees. The Orioles are terrible and the Red Sox have enjoyed beating the Yankees with a wet towel this year. Okay, you know what? We take it back. In reviewing the schedule, there’s an excellent chance that the Yankees will royally screw this whole thing up and not even make it to the playoffs. If both the Red Sox and Yankees advance, win the Division Series, and end up facing each other in the Championship Series, the Red Sox are going to the World Series. Whoopidee doo! On the National League side, the Braves have a 4.5 game lead over the Cardinals. We just don’t foresee this changing.

Baseball Notes:
Because of September 11th, Major League Baseball moved the Mets/Nationals matchup up to the Sunday Night Baseball spot on ESPN. The players asked if they could wear FDNY and NYPD baseball hats to honor the first responders. The MLB declined this request claiming, “it was not part of league policy.” They were only allowed to wear the hats during batting practice. Sorry, but we just don’t buy it. This was pure corporate greed at its finest stepping in. It’s pretty clear that the only reason that the FDNY and NYPD hats weren’t allowed is that the hats are not issued by the MLB like the special edition hats that the players wear on Memorial Day and 4th of July (which the MLB has the audacity to charge the public $40/hat for), meaning that the MLB wouldn’t make a dime if the public suddenly felt inspired to purchase a FDNY or NYPD hat for themselves. Who wants to make a bet that next year the MLB releases special edition September 11th hats that the players WILL be allowed to wear and that we’ll get charged our first born child to buy them? If we’re wrong, Lisa will root for the Phillies and Serena will root for the Red Sox for the remainder of the 2012 season. We’ll post a photo of us wearing Phillies and Red Sox hats as proof. We won’t be happy about it, but we’ll do it.

Tuesday night was a very happening night in baseball land. Mariano Rivera recorded his 600th career save. While we can admit that this historical moment is important, guess what we chose to direct our intention on instead? Star Wars was released on BluRay this week, which probably gave you techno-geeks a hard on. To celebrate the phenomenon, MLB is offering Star Wars night at select stadiums. Tuesday was Star Wars night at Citi Field. Serena’s life clearly has no meaning anymore because she was unable to attend. This is what she missed:
F*cking storm troopers, wookies, and f*cking Darth Vadar. What is the point in living when you miss something this glorious? This obviously would’ve been the best night of her entire adult life. Could you imagine the pictures we would’ve posted to our blog from this f*cking event? F*cking amazing.

Yesterday, Rivera recorded his 601st save, bringing him one step closer to tying Trevor Hoffman’s all-time save record. This still doesn’t dull the pain of missing Star Wars night.

Joe Mauer is officially out for the season with pneumonia and as a result, basically screwed Tigers Love Peppers in the a-hole, so thanks for that. Does he have the weakest immune system ever? How the hell does someone just “get” pneumonia?

PS – the Jennifer Lopez Fiat commercial is extremely annoying. It certainly does not make us want to jump out of the sunroof of our Fiat that looks just like a Minicooper and dance with our papi.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

The TBB’s Guide to Crashing Other People’s Stadiums

Sadly, only 3 people voted on last week’s poll. Kinda makes us think you didn’t like last week’s post about Ryan Braun’s Graffito AND it’s pretty clear you think we’re a-holes. We asked if you felt that we were overreacting about our Super Waiter and 2 of you actually said, “Yes. He’s just a very nice boy. You guys are bitches.” 1 person at least agreed that the waiter was a level 5 who probably collected strands of our hair after we left. You people are mean, mean, mean! And we thought WE were bad. Jeez.

So we’re assuming that everyone’s either seen or heard of the basic concept of the movie, Wedding Crashers. If not, please head to your local Blockbuster and rent it so that you’re better able to understand this week’s post. Or order the movie from Netflix. Whatever works for you. If you’re familiar, you might remember that John and Jeremy live by a set of rules for crashing weddings. During our recent trip to Minneapolis, we realized that we lived by a certain set of rules when traveling to other people’s stadiums as well, so we decided to adapt John and Jeremy’s rules to reflect our own. It turns out that John and Jeremy live by 115 rules. We’ve got ADD, so there’s no way we’re coming up with 115, but here’s what we got:

1. Honestly, John and Jeremy’s Rule #1 is pretty much the same as ours. “Never leave a fellow Crasher behind. Crashers take care of their own.” You know what happens when you leave a fellow Stadium Crasher behind? One of you gets roofied or worse. Then you might accidentally roofie your fellow Stadium Crasher. Trust us, it’s not worth it.
2. Never root for the away team unless they’re your REAL team. In order to really experience another person’s stadium, you have to buy into their culture and you can’t do that if you’re rooting for the other team.
3. When visiting Cleveland’s Progressive Field in the future, be adequately prepared to quote Major League I and II incessantly.
4. Always leave behind your TBB business card in key locations to draw out-of-town traffic to your blog!
5. Never let a MLB pitcher come between you and a fellow Stadium Crasher…or your significant other for that matter.
6. Do not bash the stadium or team in any way in front of the locals. Lisa complained that our tiny, wooden seats at Fenway were uncomfortable and Maria and Serena thought that the unhappy-with-life obese man behind us was going to crack a beer bottle over her head for her insult.
7. Blend in by wearing the merchandise of the home team’s heroes. For example: in Minneapolis, we wore Morneau and Mauer shirts. While walking the streets of the city, everyone and their mother asked us about that evening’s game. Why? Because we looked like ONE OF THEM!
8. Be the life of your section and participate with the local cheers and The Wave. DON’T be a party pooper.
9. Whatever it takes to get tickets to your desired game, get the tickets! Whether it be via the team’s website, StubHub, or prostituting yourself on the street corner. You don’t want to travel all the way to Toronto for a Blue Jays game only to not be able to get into the stadium!
10. Bringing your own sandwich is for pansies. If you’re traveling to another stadium, you need to truly embrace what that stadium has to offer and that includes their food!
11. Always have a camera on hand for unique stadium moments like the fireworks display during a home run or victory.
12. When it starts to rain, suck it up, cupcake. You’re in for the long haul or until they call the game due to weather. You may never get the opportunity to visit this stadium again. Enjoy it while you can.
13. If you’re offered free team merchandise in exchange for little to no effort, TAKE IT! We currently possess an assorted array of A’s, Angels, Mets, and Yankees free t-shirts and have sported Brewers and Mets temporary tattoos. Oh, yeah. We blend.
14. Be respectful of any memorial service for the dead. DON’T be an a-hole.
15. Fight the urge to tell the Phillies/Red Sox fan leading a “Mets/Yankees Suck” chant to go f*ck himself. Remember: you’re incognito.
16. Always be ready to chase a mascot for a photo opportunity. A Lou the Seal baseball card is an unacceptable alternative.
17. Everyone deserves the free giveaway, but we promise you that if it’s 14 & under night, you’re definitely not getting one. They’re pretty strict about that stuff.
18. You love the home team’s colors even if it’s the most disgusting color combo you’ve ever seen…like Oakland’s green and yellow.
19. Don’t ask foreigners to take your picture unless you can speak their native language WELL. There’ll be an utter breakdown in communication and that’s how you end up with a photo of the Phillie Phanatic’s ass and Lisa clapping instead of a nice, smiling shot of the two of you with the entire Phanatic.
20. $50 gets you “okay” seats in New York. If you can pay $50 or less and score amazing field level seats at another team’s stadium, make the investment!
21. Definitely make sure you have your tickets with you before you leave the hotel.
22. You have the entire game to seal the deal as the team’s #1 fan. Extra innings may be applicable.
23. There’s nothing wrong with having seconds provided you have enough money and appetite to go around. Eat as much as you can financially and physically handle.
24. If you get outed, calmly hand over a TBB business card and explain yourself. Do not run. The locals can sense fear. Besides, you could make a follower/fan this way!
25. You understand that you paid $15 for essentially a garbage bag, but you feel strongly that you look like a #1 fan wearing that White Sox poncho.
26. Of course you love *insert home team name*
27. Don’t over drink. It’s too damn expensive and you have to remember that you’re rooting for the Phillies/Red Sox, not the Mets/Yankees.
28. Make sure you know where your closest restroom and hot dog/desired food (whether it be Italian sausage, bratwurst, taco) stand is located.
29. Always be a team player. Every TBB needs a little help once in awhile.
30. Know the team’s lineup so you can cheer appropriately.
31. Never eat the $1 hot dog. You’ll regret it. There’s a reason they’re only $1.
32. Never commit to a player unless you know he’s still on the team or that he left on friendly terms (like when Torii Hunter left the Twins for the Angel and UNLIKE when Alex Rodriguez left the Mariners for the Rangers…or when he left them for the Yankees for that matter).

And now for last week in baseball:
Joe Mauer returned to the Twins’ lineup on Friday night and went 1-4 with an RBI and run scored. Unfortunately, Serena forgot to start him in her fantasy lineup that night…like a true a-hole.

Marlins’ manager, Edwin Rodriguez, stepped down this morning. In the interim, the team’s bench coach, Brandon Hyde, will be taking over management duties.

Albert Pujols left today’s game against the Royals with a sprained left wrist and will be reevaluated tomorrow.

TOWSNBN is still recovering from a stress fracture in his lower back. All he’s been physically able to do thus far is make 20 throws and take ground balls on his knees. He’ll be seeing a doctor later this week in order to get clearance to start a rehab program in Florida.

Lastly, Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there, especially Papadukes and Papa L.!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Ryan Braun’s Graffito

Ryan Braun’s Graffito
102 N. Water Street
Milwaukee, WI 53202
414-727-2888

Last week, we covered our visit to Miller Park and discussed the different personalities we encountered during the game. The Seat Nazi prompted us to ask if our readers were Seat Nazis. Of the 4 responses, 2 people agreed with us that “No, it’s a f*cking sporting event. Chill out.” We have 1 Seat Nazi in the mix because “his/her ticket purchase pays the bills at the stadium.”Finally, 1 individual doesn’t care so much about the game because there are cheerleaders grinding on the field and dugout.

So the “Hebrew Hammer” owns an Italian restaurant in the Historic Third Ward District of Milwaukee. We Googled the situation and apparently the Hebrew Hammer chose “Italian” because of the neighborhood’s history. We’re thinking that maybe he should’ve gone with a steakhouse instead of Italian cooking “made from scratch,” but we’ll go with it. Naturally, we took it upon ourselves to eat there because we’re the “Traveling Baseball Babes” and he’s Ryan Braun, so there’s clearly a relation here. Plus, we like to eat. Bonus.
We actually found Ryan Braun’s Graffito by accident while wandering around the area, waiting for our tour guide. We figured that since Ryan Braun fit into our trip’s theme, we’d eat dinner there after our food and wine tour of the city. Makes total sense. After eating fried fish, apple strudel, German potato salad, bratwurst and sauerkraut, chocolate cake, custard, chocolate cheese and drinking 6 beers, a glass of wine, and some sort of home brewed red soda, we rolled ourselves into Graffito. Hey…we did a lot of walking! It works up an appetite.

The hostess made us feel like we were a bit underdressed. She was this adorable little tight bodied thing (who might be sleeping with Ryan Braun) in a tiny black mini skirt and sexy, sexy black stilettos. We looked this after spending an entire day eating and being beaten by strong, cold winds:
Clearly, our faced were wind burned, we needed a brush, and we probably needed to shower. We would’ve gotten a little classier before dinner, but it was too much of a pain to take a bus to the hotel, only to turn around and take another bus back into downtown just to change outfits.

Nevertheless, she cheerfully sat us at a table near the window. After removing our outerwear, we looked a tad better, but still…not very classy:
(note this picture was taken at Mader’s, NOT at Graffito)

The menu is actually extremely reasonable and it’s pretty well-rounded. Even a picky eater should be able to find something that they’ll like. Our waiter, while extremely efficient, was…searching for a good word…borderline insane. He was TOO attentive. Lisa was frightened to sip her water because immediately after taking a sip, he crawled out of her ass to refill her glass. He wouldn’t let Serena open her own tea bag. It was the most uncomfortable dining experience we’ve had the pleasure of being a part of. By the end of the meal, we had it down to a science. DON’T (under any circumstances) MAKE EYE CONTACT.

We ordered calamari that was served in a paper cone and came with two different sauces that had fancy names that were basically a spicy marinara and lemon cream sauce. It was $11. Serena was able to convince Lisa to eat the tentacles for the first time. We also ordered Gnocchi in meat sauce (cos’ god f*cking forbid we should stop at ONE app) for $8. Soooo yummy.

For dinner, Serena ordered linguine with clams for $16 and Lisa ordered some sort of pasta dish with a poached egg on top. We can’t find it on the menu anymore, so Ryan Braun only knows what the hell that dish was called. It was probably around $16 as well. Before dinner arrived though, our Super Waiter HAD to deliver the bread. Apparently, at Graffito, warm bread isn’t just served in a basket before your meal. That’s not good enough. At Graffito, your waiter has to perform magic tricks and Super Waiter was no exception. He sauntered over to our table with flourish and announced that he’d be preparing our dip “from scratch.” This boy literally mixed olive oil with pre-chopped black olives, garlic, grated cheese, and salt in a dish as if this was a dish prepared by Todd English. He even instructed us HOW to create this concoction as if only a rocket scientist could do what he did. We could only watch, open-mouthed.

Overall, we enjoyed our meal at Ryan Braun’s Graffito and would totally recommend it to anyone in the area. HOWEVER, be warned that you could end up with a creeper waiter and he might stalk you to the ladies’ room because you’re not allowed to find it by yourself. You NEED him to direct you or else lives could be lost.

Oh…PS—we just remembered that our fat asses also ate dessert (Sorry…WHY is Serena questioning where her JLO ass comes from? Could it be from the amount of food she eats on a regular basis? MAYBE? What do ya think?). We ordered this AWESOME fried dough dish that was served with a chocolate sauce and a raspberry sauce. It was basically small zeppoli nuggets. The menu calls the dish Bambolini and it’s $6.

Baseball notes! New York Mets pitcher Dillon Gee is currently 7-0 and the only undefeated starter in the National League. How ironic. And he plays for the Mets. Something good came out of the season after all.

Supposedly, if things go well, Joe Mauer will return to the lineup by Thursday or Friday! Now…should Serena start him right off the bat for Tigers Love Pepper OR stick with AJ Pierzynski, who has been so delightful as a replacement these past months?

The Yankees placed Bartolo Colon on the 15-day DL today because of a strained left hamstring.

This song goes out to the eager beaver Super Waiter: “I’ll be there for you, these 5 words I’ll swear to you, when your water gets low, I’ll be there for you! I’ll mash all the garlic cloves in the world for you, I’ll be there for you! When you eat, I wanna wipe your mouth for you, I’ll be serving you. I’ll pour and I’ll tidy for you. Words can’t say what me serving you can do. I’ll be there for you.”

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Fans. Why Being One Doesn’t Make You An All Star

Entering Week 3 of Operation Moustache Removal. We’ve still received no response from the one who calls himself “Zito.” Not even a BS fake response from the pathetic underling he probably pays to read his emails. Thank you, dear, sweet readers, for making complete a$$es out us by convincing us to send him that letter. As if we need help making complete a$$es out of ourselves.

Last week we reported our upcoming Midwest itinerary to you and not only did we ask you a poll question, but we also asked for some suggestions as to food, booze, and activities to partake in while in town. No one actually helped us out with that second piece. Is it because a) you don’t travel to these parts of the country, b) we haven’t tapped into that region’s demographic yet, or c) you’re just a pack of a-holes? Being a-holes certainly didn’t prevent you from responding to our poll. We asked how many times you thought we’d say, “well-played, Mauer” during our vacation. One person legitimately thought we’d only say it once because we’d “forget about the joke until we were on our way home on the plane.” While we can admit that we’re pretty forgetful, there’s just no way we’d forget that joke. Just no way. 4 of you voted for, “Oh, my God, you’re going to be so annoying. I feel bad for your “fellow” Twins fans.” That’s a bit harsh, but we can accept this judgment. We’re just thankful that no one voted for, “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Who is this one you call Mauer and what does he play well?” If you had voted for this option, we would’ve spent this entire blog post making fun of you. Speaking of Zito and Mauer, anyone notice how both men are on the DL right before we’re scheduled to see both men play in Milwaukee and Minneapolis respectively? Coincidence?

In Fred K’s Cancer news, we are actively searching for partial t-shirt sponsors. We’ve already received one partial sponsor (Ambelos Construction Corp), but we need more! If anyone is interested in slapping their logo on the backs of the innocent walkers we’ve managed to suck into our vortex, please email us so that we can work something out. To up the ante, we’ve decided to prank call Brian once a night (don’t you worry about who Brian is…just know that he’s a defenseless man who loves to wear sweater vests) until these t-shirts are paid for in full. For the sake of Brian’s sleep cycle (cos’ it’s definitely not for the sake of his personal life), someone contact us as soon as possible. Thank you for understanding.

Additionally, now through July 1st, you may donate online to Fred K's Cancer at our online fundraising page. Every dollar counts, so please give what you can. Thanks!

Now, kids, it’s time for the School of TBB to teach you a few things about being a fan. As a fan, you should loyally defend and support your team of choice through the best of times and the worst of times. However, you should not butcher that which you love by assuming that rooting for Derek Jeter automatically grants you Jeter’s powers of executing the leaping throw to first.

Our lesson for today brings us to the reason for this evening’s post. The TBB participated in a secret mission on Saturday that involved a lot of stealth, cardio, trash talking, and peanut butter ice cream. During this mission, we discovered a pack of a$$ clowns attempting to play the sport of baseball. Now, under no circumstances are we declaring that you should never play baseball if you can’t compete with the likes of Roy Halladay. That would be unreasonable. We DO expect you to play a GAME with some sort of enthusiasm and enjoyment or else why the hell are you playing? It’s senseless. We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let us start from the beginning.

While walking through Central Park, we found a rag tag group of men and one woman (who, in all honesty, looked like the most athletic one on the field) playing a pickup game of baseball. Being in a bit of a feisty mood (and being major a-holes), we decided to hang around the game and do commentary. We figured it was a gesture of kindness on our part because commentating would make them feel special…as if they were real ball players…or something. Before assuming that our kindness would be appreciated, we asked permission. The man who replied to our request was dressed as if he was about to board a yacht. White polo shirt, khaki shorts, and brown loafers. We figured that he must be serving as some sort of score keeper because who in their right mind would show up to play in the dirt in such nice, clean clothing and non-functional footwear?

Jeeves stared blankly at us at first before answering. “Okay.”
“Do you mind?” Serena asked.
Blank stare. “Yes.”
“Really? Are you kidding?” Lisa asked. “Cos’ I really can’t tell with you right now.”
Blank stare. “Yes.”
Riiiiiiiight.
“So would you let me play on your team if I asked?” Lisa asked. Did we forget to mention that as a joke, Lisa chose to wear a backwards hot pink bicycle helmet on her head?
Blank stare. “Okay.”
“Really?” Lisa asked.
“Okay.”
Serena forced a fake bright smile. “She even brought her own protective gear.” She pointed to Lisa’s pink helmet.
Blank stare.
From the field, someone called, “Batter! We need a batter!”
Jeeves, strangely enough, answered the call in all his country club glory. Soooo, he’s not keeping score?

Not to be undaunted, we parked in the dugout and began the color commentary. Jeeves, needless to say, lived up to our sissy expectations. Meanwhile, the activity on the diamond looked more like a silent dodgeball match than baseball game with everyone striving to avoid making contact with the ball as opposed to fielding it. By silent we mean that the only speaking taking place was the shit we were talking in the dugout. The star player appeared to be the 75 year old man pitching and wearing dungarees. We dubbed him the “seasoned veteran, Lefty Levis (we figured “Old Man” was too rude).” You might think that it’s impossible to witness a silent baseball game, but we assure you that if you turned tonight’s ESPN baseball game on mute and watched for a few innings, you’d get a glimpse of what we dealt with on Saturday. The only difference would be that you’d be watching actual athletes.

We chose to create nicknames for the entire crew. A heavy man came up to the plate wearing a neon yellow t-shirt and black gym shorts. Serena announced that “David ‘Bumblebee’ Stein was now at the plate.” The rest of the commentary went something like this:
Serena: “Stein is known mostly for his home run power and high number of strikeouts.”
Lisa: “He’s in line to participate in the Home Run Derby for the third straight year.”
Serena: “His power is incredible.”
Lisa: “I think he’s got it in him to hit at least 50 homers this year.”
*Pathetic dribbler that ambles to Lefty Levis. Bumblebee’s thrown out by about 2 miles because it turns out that he runs slower than evolution taking place*
Serena: “Uhhhh, that normally doesn’t happen…we swear…”

In addition to the poor playing, we couldn’t figure out who managed what. There must’ve been at least 20 catching changes during the 15-minute span that we stood there. Pitching changes make sense. Do catchers really need to be relieved when all they’re doing is leaning against the backstop behind home plate and vaguely making some sort of effort to pick up the balls tossed in their general direction by a senior citizen on the mound?

“Coral Hart” not only possessed zero athletic ability, but he also apparently possessed zero taste in clothing. His heinous bright pink t-shirt would offend a blind person. We’re not sure what kind of man wakes up in the morning and thinks, “Gee, this pink shirt is the perfect shirt for baseball! It’s so manly and it really brings out the flecks of green in my hazel eyes! The guys are so gonna dig me in this!” Oh, now we know. The kind of man who stands in right field and runs away from an incoming ground ball. THAT’S the kind of man who’d wear a shirt like that to a ball game. Crockett and Tubbs called. They want their pastels back.

Finally, Lisa offered to step in (after all, how much worse could she be?). We approached the friendliest looking one in the bunch. He was also one of the few appropriately dressed for the game (black gym shorts, SNEAKERS, a white t-shirt, and a baseball cap).
“You should let Lisa play,” Serena said (Lisa’s still wearing her pink helmet at this stage, by the way). “She can really turn this game around.”
Mr. Gym Shorts laughed. “Can you pitch?”
“Yes, of course,” Lisa replied. “This helmet has magical powers.”
“Did you bring enough for everyone?”
“No. Only I get one.”
“That’s too bad.”
“So can I play?”
“Sure.”
“You’re not gonna make her try out?” I asked.
“Nah.” Either this is a testament to what an enjoyable and friendly person this guy is or it’s proof that he’s so accustomed to terrible playing skills that he figured letting a chick wearing a pink helmet couldn’t be worse.

Feeling encouraged by the existence of a sense of humor, Serena decided to ask him how he got involved in such boring stupidity (in nicer words, of course). It turned out that Mr. Gym Shorts worked with one of the jack wagons on the field and was invited to join the regularly scheduled afternoon of lameness. We chose not to ask if he’d actually come back again because we figured it might be a little too mean. In the midst of the conversation, Lefty Levis decided he didn’t feel like pitching anymore so Mr. Gym Shorts enthusiastically jumped right in. We applauded him for being a team player and even cheered for him as he jogged to the mound…and then he pitched. We watched in silent horror as he lobbed each pitch like a 6 year old throwing a baseball for the first time.
Serena: “God, this is awkward.”
Lisa: “And after we cheered for him.”
Serena: “He’s terrible.”
Lisa: “I’m thinking they need to call the bull pen.”
Serena: “I’m thinking we should leave.”

What’s the moral of our story, kids? A sense of humor and enthusiasm can make up for shitty athletic abilities, but not save you from being made fun of by us. In all seriousness, what’s the point in playing baseball if you’re not having fun? We would’ve had a much better time interacting with beer-drinking fools just out to have a good time.

Just one piece of awesome baseball notes for this week: Justin Verlander not only did beautiful things this week for Serena’s fantasy baseball team, the formidable and extremely good-looking “Tigers Love Pepper,” but he also threw his second career no-hitter against the Blue Jays yesterday at the Rogers Centre. His blip on the road to perfection came in the 8th on a 12-pitch walk to JP Arencibia. We salute you, Mr. Verlander! One might think that a feat of this nature deserves TBB Super Hero honors, but unfortunately, Verlander doesn’t have abs like this guy:
Therefore, Thor wins! Yay!

We’re out of here. Word to your mother. Happy Mother’s Day, Mamadukes and Mama L. (and all of you other mothers who didn’t birth the TBB).

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dear Mr. Zito

As you can probably guess from today’s post title, we’re giving you another letter today, but before we discuss the horror that Serena will rally on and on and on and on about for what will most likely be several pages, we must discuss last week’s poll. We’re incredibly disappointed in the lack of shark lovers in our audience. We wanted to know how many people switched from the Yankees/Red Sox ESPN game on Sunday night to the season premier of Shark Men on NGC. 4 of 7 individuals voted for, “Uh, no a-holes. The Yankees and Red Sox get priority always.” Well, guess what, A-HOLES?! SERENA, the Yankee fan half of the TBB, switched from the game to Shark Men. Yes, yes she did. And she loved it so you can go F yourselves. You missed a doctor collecting sperm from a young adult great white shark. Lisa can vouch for this. She was a forced witness because Serena has only 1 television. The rest of you voted for “I AM a shark man.”Well…at least you have a sense of humor. That’s always a positive character trait. For some strange reason, no one voted for “I’d leave my infant son with a great white as a babysitter, so yes. I did switch.” We’re not scientists or anything like, but we can’t figure out why you wouldn’t leave your kid with a great white. If you watched Shark Men, you’d see that great whites hunt SEALS, not infants. GOD, you people are so stupid.

Flash back to Sunday Night Baseball two weeks ago. Dodgers/Giants. Exciting matchup. Serena was looking forward to it considering we don’t get many out of market games unless you have the MLB Network…which neither of us do. When Serena found out that her future ex-husband #1 (the second one being Chris Cornell) would be pitching, she was beyond stoked! Her first out of market game would feature Barry Zito! Hooray. The night was starting off so promising!

Then Zito appeared on the television. Serena dry heaved. Zito apparently has decided to rock the Magnum PI stache. He must have lost his goddamn mind. Or he’s doing crack cocaine because there’s clearly no rational explanation for someone who is typically so facially cultivated to suddenly wake up one day and think he is the star of a 1970’s porn.
Naturally, the following morning Serena demanded that Lisa check that sh*t out. Lisa felt like maybe Serena was exaggerating, but no. Google proved Serena’s rant right and Lisa felt like maybe God hated us all. She started to lose faith in mankind. It’s one thing for Jayson Werth to make a poor decision of this magnitude (because he does it all the time), but not Barry Zito! What has this world come to?

Walking from the subway station after the Yankees game, Serena toyed with the idea of writing a letter to Barry Zito since he is a giant moron who actually posted his email (or an email address to contact him) on his official Facebook page. As Serena prattled on about what she’d write to him, Lisa encouraged her to instead, post it here. You’re thrilled, aren’t you? Yet another nonsense blog about facial hair.

5:58 pm. Instead of immediately writing the aforementioned letter, Serena scolded one of Barry Zito’s fans on his Facebook page for encouraging his moustache:
6:01 pm. Back to the letter at hand.

Dear Barry,
I’d like to start this letter off by saying that I actually do like you. I’ve been a fan since your Oakland days. I have in my possession a baseball card of yours from the 2003 season. I’ve met you twice at Shea Stadium. The first time, I stuttered a lot and accidentally allowed you to sign the protective plastic covering of said baseball card. By the time I realized what an a-hole I was, it was too late and I had a signed plastic case in my hand. The second time I met you, I think I drooled a little bit in an attempt to ask for a photo with you. You acquiesced, but I think it’s because you felt sorry for me. Then my friend, Lisa asked you to sign a ball for a fellow fan and neglected to give you a writing implement. You held the ball a full minute before looking at her and asking, “Um, do you have a pen?” Lisa replied, “Uhhhhhh” until someone saved her from further embarrassment by handing you a black marker over her shoulder. SO, needless to say I am batting 1.000 in regards to interacting with you.

Now that I’ve proved my Zito Fanhood, it’s time I got to the real purpose of this letter. I watched your first start of the season on ESPN’s Sunday Night Baseball and despite your rocky first inning, you pitched pretty well. I’m happy to see that. What I am not happy to see is that Magnum PI moustache that you seem to be fond of these days. I understand that this complaint has nothing to do with your abilities as an athlete. I also understand that you owe me absolutely nothing, but let me try to convey to you exactly why I am as upset as I am.

Remember Lisa? She and I write a baseball blog called “Traveling Baseball Babes” and among the posts that actually manage to legitimately cover baseball, we talk about a lot bull sh*t that most people probably don’t care about. And I mean a lot. For example, we’ve covered facial hair at least twice since the blog’s inception. Actually, now that we’ve posted this letter to the blog, the topic of facial hair has been covered three times. In both initial facial hair-related posts, we congratulated your talents with the razor. You were always our star “pupil.” I present to you for your review Exhibit A and Exhibit B detailing our appreciation for your hair skills.

Why have you grown this 70’s porn-stache? I assure you that it is not comparable to Samson and his hair because you’re 0-1 and now you’re on the DL with some kind of freak of nature foot injury! In fact, I’d go as far as saying that your moustache is bad luck. It’s like a black cat hovering beneath your nostrils. Tom Selleck called. He wants his moustache back.
I understand that everyone wants to create a persona that is unique to you as an individual and will set you aside from your peers. Timmy’s got his hair, Pablo Sandoval aka: Panda has all of those Panda hats, and apparently an entire Renaissance Fair and a clan of ninjas reside in Brian Wilson’s magical beard. That stache is not your chance to stand above the crowd. I am now speaking as a woman to a man. Since it’s clear that the stache is not helping you pitch better, I feel it pertinent to mention that I don’t know any women that would allow their significant other to sport a 70’s porn-stache unless they decided to dress up as Magnum PI for Halloween. Technically, Tom Selleck shouldn’t even be rocking that moustache, but he’s Magnum PI so we allow it. Perhaps you being a rich baseball player will help you in the opposite sex department, but I strongly feel that your salary and fame shouldn’t be what you’re relying on solely to find love or whatever it is that you seek. Can’t you adopt a really interesting hobby that will set you apart from your teammates? What about your yoga (I promise that you don’t need a moustache to practice yoga because I practice yoga and do not currently have a moustache)? Surfing? Why not take up great white shark watching? I hear that’s quite popular in the Bay Area. Do something that you can really shine at. Magnum PI moustaches are not your strength. You’re better than this.

I close out this letter hoping that you’ll shave your heinous moustache, but if not, I hope that this letter at least makes you laugh. Get well soon. Please purchase a Norelco. I beg of you. Don’t make me send you a shaving kit care package to AT&T Park (unless you want to give me your home address).

Sincerely,
Serena Ahne

Now that she’s gotten that off of her chest, Serena feels a lot better. So much so that we can actually start talking about the real purpose of this blog. Stadium touring! We are officially booked for the 2011 touring season. We purchased our Denver airfare on Friday. Unfortunately, financial constraints have forced us to postpone our trip to Toronto. We’re hoping that we can squeeze Toronto in next season, but our priorities for 2012 are DC, Atlanta, and Serena and Maria’s 30th Birthday Excursion to Greece (where they do NOT play baseball). We may save some money by staying with Lisa’s relatives when we head down south, so Toronto is a possibility.

Since we’ll be flying into Minneapolis on May 22nd, Serena will end up missing her co-worker’s Northern New Jersey Walk Now for Autism Speaks event. Feeling a little bit guilty about blowing off Eileen, Serena offered to plug her event on the blog this week, so if anyone lives in the northern New Jersey area and has no plans for the 22nd, you should show your support and register to walk. You can register or donate online here. However, if you live on Long Island, you should just wait until October 2nd and walk in the event that Serena works. ; )

Now for this week’s baseball notes:
Yankees relief pitcher, Pedro Feliciano is likely done for the season. Glad to see all that he’s contributed to the organization thus far. According to an MRI on Tuesday, Feliciano suffers from a torn capsule in his left shoulder and he’s leaning toward undergoing orthoscopic surgery, which would end his season.

Serena’s starting catcher in fantasy baseball, Joe Mauer, was placed on the 15-day DL for “bilateral leg weakness” (what the F*CK does that mean?) and a viral infection. We have no idea what this means for Mauer, the Twins, or Serena’s fantasy baseball team, but feel better, Baby Jesus.

7:05 pm. Mr. Softee just drove by and we got excited.

As you might have noticed from Serena’s letter to Barry Zito, Zito is now on the 15-day DL with a right foot sprain. He’d been pulled in the 2nd inning of last night’s game after he landed funny on his foot while fielding a ball in play (we’d wager a bet that the moustache made him off balanced). He ended up leaving the clubhouse on crutches with a swollen ankle. This will end his personal streak of 356 regular-season starts without having missed one.

Until we meet again, TBB fans, “bad stache, bad stache, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when the razor comes for you? The stache ain’t gonna get you no play. The facial hair police gonna take you away. It’s so bad! So bad!”

It’s 7:26 pm. We’re now discussing the finer points of Michael Westin’s body (Burn Notice).

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Twins at Yankees 4-4-11

So a bit of perplexing results came from last week’s blog. Before we report them to you, let us first ask you this: have any of you actually SEEN Major League? The reason we ask this is because of 8 votes, 3 (and the majority) people chose the quote, “Would you please put some pants on? I feel weird having to ask you twice.” That choice was a trick. It’s not from Major League. It’s from The Hangover. Phil says it to Alan in the hotel room when they all wake up in the morning. Yes, it’s a funny line. No, that doesn’t mean you pick it. We specifically asked you what your favorite line from Major League was. We should’ve known better than to give you a trick choice. No one voted for Jake’s “I’m hung over, my knees are killing me and if you’re going to pull this shit, at least you could’ve said you were from the Yankees” or Doyle’s “Heywood leads the league in most offensive categories, including nose hair. When this guy sneezes, he looks like a party favor,” which was Lisa’s personal favorite. Only 1 individual chose Doyle’s “…and he walks the bases loaded on 12 straight pitches. How can these guys lay off pitches that close?” This is one of Serena’s favorite scenes in the entire movie. For some reason, 2 people chose Doyle’s (yes, Doyle is responsible for 90% of the movie’s best quotes), “You can’t say goddamn on the air…Don’t worry. Nobody is listening anyway.”Yes, this was amusing, but is it really funnier that the “lay off pitches that close” line? We think not. Lastly, only 2 people voted for Brother’s all-time favorite line and inspiration for last week’s blog post title, “Look at this f*cking guy.”

Now that we’re done making fun of you for making the ra-tarded mistake of choosing a quote from the wrong movie, let us move on to an actual blog. We swear it’s real this week! It’s not about mini giraffes on a treadmill! We actually went to a baseball game this week. First, don’t forget to check out Lisa’s post about Mets’ Opening Day.

We took the train to the game again because it’s way cheaper than driving in and parking in the expensive parking garages. At the stadium, we bumped into several “celebrities.” First, we saw a man dressed in dirty and ragged clothing who looked exactly like Dave Grohl from the Foofighters. In all honesty, it really could’ve been Dave Grohl because if memory serves us (and it often doesn’t), we believe he dressed that way back in the day when he was Nirvana’s drummer. We rode the escalator with Eric Byrnes, who wore a navy blue Yankees hat. At least we think it was Eric Byrnes. He sure did look like Byrnesie. In our section, we spotted a redheaded man with a Magnum PI moustache who looked exactly like Jeff Foxworthy. Finally, on the jumbotron, we spotted a woman who we swear looked like P!nk drinking a beer. Anyone know if P!nk is a baseball fan? And if she drinks beer while pregnant? Cos’ then it really might’ve been P!nk.

We got to the stadium around 6:10, so we figured we’d try to visit Monument Park again. Needless to say, it was yet another TBB Fail.
Saturated with disappointment, we chose to instead do what we do best: eat. Continuing with last season’s goal of trying new things at the New York ballparks, we paid a visit to the Johnny Rockets stand located in the field level section between home plate and first base. Serena ordered a cheeseburger and large fries because she apparently felt like she “was starving.” The large fries are served in an enormous cardboard cup. The whole meal cost her $17.50, but let us assure you that there was really no reason for her to order the mammoth-sized fry cup. It was entirely too much food, but since Serena paid nearly $20 for the meal, she forced herself to eat every last morsel…and then felt sick. Lisa ordered the chicken fingers/fries meal for $10.50.
Just a heads up to anyone who is picky about condiments, the burger came with Russian dressing on it. Serena almost threw up a little bit in her mouth, but she wiped that sh*t right off and then doused the burger with a sh*t ton of ketchup. Lisa received pretty delicious BBQ sauce with her chicken fingers, but at the condiments’ stand, we discovered something extremely delightful. The Yankees offer HOT SAUCE as a ketchup alternative! Mother f*cking hot sauce! Do you have any idea how great that is?! The only thing better would be if the Yankees offered sriracha sauce. Needless to say, Lisa used the hot sauce on everything.
Also worthy of noting, we saw a few people walking around with buckets of glory. For $20, you can receive a bucket of fries and sliders or chicken tenders. It supposedly feeds a family, but we’re pretty sure that we can eat all of that by ourselves.

After stuffing our faces, Lisa rolled Serena’s fat ass up a few ramps (it’s always good to get some cardio in) to the upper deck where our seats were located. Before reaching our destination, we bumped into our ex-boyfriend.
Our matchup for the evening would be the Twins’ Scott Baker and the Yankees Ivan Nova. Who? Yeah, we have no idea who he is either.
Oh, we nearly forgot! We got free giveaways! You like?
We also got free t-shirts by giving false information to the H&R block table outside Gate 4. It’s Lisa’s first free Yankees t-shirt. Though we can’t quite figure out what “I square (maybe the square really means “block?”) the New York Yankees” means.
Right from the start, Serena’s fantasy baseball team, Tigers Love Pepper, earned major points thanks to her Yankees players. In the 1st, Alex Rodriguez hit a 2-run home run, while in the 2nd, Jorge Posada hit another 2-run home run that scored Nick Swisher. Guess who on the ball field did absolutely nothing for Tigers Love Pepper that night? Joe Mauer. He did not “well-play” anything that night. That f*cker.

The good news is that Serena was reunited with her future husband, Justin Morneau…even if it was from a slight distance.
Strangely enough, in the 6th inning, Serena needed a snack. One would think that after the large meal she ate before the game started that she wouldn’t need to eat for several days, but no. She got hungry. She might have a tapeworm. She picked up a hot pretzel from a nearby stand. However, just like on Opening Day, by the time she returned to our seats, the pretzel was cold. Fail. Again.

The game went by rather quickly. After the Yankees scored 4 runs in the 1st and 2nd, the Yankees’ offense was relatively quiet. The Twins made a few mock attempts at rallying without success.
Since this would be our last Yankees game of the season (the rest of the year being dedicate to our travels to other teams’ stadiums), we forced ourselves to eat a sausage sandwich. Actually, let’s be serious. It’s not like we “forced” ourselves to eat the sandwich. We were perfectly happy to pay $8 to gorge ourselves on spicy Italian meat, bread, onions, and green peppers. We ate while watching the rest of the inning standing at a nearby buffet table.
With the score 4-3 in favor of the Yankees, Mariano Rivera entered in the 9th to close things out, which he did without any heart-palpitating incidents.

We made it onto the D train easily, barely having to wait in the station. Unfortunately, when we got off at the 7th Avenue station to transfer to the E, we discovered that the E train temporarily wouldn’t be running on that track for maintenance reasons. Thankfully, we knew where the nearest F train station was (and by nearest, we mean four blocks over and two blocks down), so we just walked over (look at us exercising!). Just a slight detour. No biggie.

Only a few baseball notes this week:
As many of you probably heard by now, Manny Ramirez has officially retired from baseball…because he didn’t feel like serving his 100-day suspension for testing positive for steroids…again. Wow, Manny. You never cease to amaze us. You’re truly a special breed of animal. Congratulations. A$$ clown.

Has anyone seen the Head & Shoulders commercial where Joe Mauer makes fun of Troy Polamalu? It’s hilarious. By the way, we just Googled. It appears that Troy Polamalu is Greek Orthodox. In case you were interested…

We’re watching Sunday night baseball and prior to the game, an ESPN interviewer spoke to Clay Buchholz. We don’t like spreading rumors, but we strongly feel that he is malnourished. He might be anorexic. Someone should call a medical professional. It could be an emergency.

We’re happy to report that tonight’s blog only took us three hours as opposed to last week’s ridiculous marathon. We think we might be getting better at this. More focused…

Ooooh, JD Drew just hit a single. Serena picked him up for Tigers Love Pepper yesterday! Score!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

MLB Goes Hollywood…Sort of

Before we get into how truly spectacular Epic Serena’s birthday weekend was, we need to have a discussion with you people. And that discussion is regarding how disturbed you are. We asked you what you thought would happen when we got drunk and 3 of you assumed that “someone” was pissing in the sink. We spent the night at the Waldorf Astoria. We’re classy bitches. We would NEVER piss in the sink at the Waldorf. Perhaps at a Howard Johnson Motel, but not at the Waldorf. You’re some sick, twisted people. Only 1 person voted for Lisa dancing like an a-hole, which is completely absurd because it’s basically a guarantee that Lisa dances like an a-hole when she drinks. Actually, it was the only option listed that was a guarantee. Do you even know us? It’s this kind of crap that makes us think that you’d bring us the wrong garbage can if we had to puke. 2 people thought that Serena would bowl a 124 just like she did in Foxwoods. While Serena appreciates your enthusiasm for her drunken athletic abilities, we can’t help but notice that we did not list bowling in our weekend’s itinerary!!! Are you literate? 2 people thought we’d go all The Hangover on everyone and steal a cop car and Mike Tyson’s tiger. Okay…we can’t really blame you for thinking that considering how often we reference the movie. Jess and Serena did think we lost Lisa when we woke up in the morning (much like Stu, Alan, and Phil lost Doug), but it turns out we didn’t. And there was no jungle cat in the bathroom. Finally, 2 of you thought we’d end up in Canada, which is just plain weird.

So we have to be honest. None of that crap happened. In fact, the last time Serena bowled somewhat under the influence was about 2 weeks ago and it wasn’t pretty. She thinks the score was about a 55, but her memory of the evening isn’t too clear. Perhaps her magical bowling prowess only happens when she drinks Blue Moon, not vodka and Dr. L Riesling. We also couldn’t find Mike Tyson or his tiger, so….yeah. Nevertheless, the weekend was fabulous! Maria came down from Boston as a surprise and Jess ordered champagne and chocolate covered strawberries to be delivered to the room, which is always super sexy. We began drinking at approximately 3:30 in the afternoon and we took a limo to Ninja New York for dinner at 8:30. If any of you are in town, you must check this place out. It’s amazing. Lisa was nearly stabbed by a ninja with a sword on multiple occasions and Serena ate a chocolate ninja star. After dinner, we got sexified and went out for drinks and dancing at Stir where Jess had another bottle of champagne waiting for us. It seems that Jess is “connected.” The following morning, Maria headed home, we found Lisa, and then ate a second breakfast at Serendipity 3. It was great!
We do have an actual purpose to our blog today, however we have to inform you of a few things first. As you may recall (or not if you don’t really give a crap), Serena will be leaving our current employer in a week. This means that our last Friday post (yes, yes, we know we’re late this week) will be this Friday, the 25th. Going forward, all posts will be done on Sunday (just like today). Considering how easily distracted we are (we began this before 2:00 and it’s now after 3:30), it’s best that we moved from a lunch break to an entire Sunday anyway. Since we’re now blogging on Sundays, there are a few TBB frequently used phrases that will need to be retired:

Ben Affleck - The person or incident that has driven our Friday lunch time blogging sessions from Serena's cubicle and into Mother Nature. It in no way shape or form refers to the real Ben Affleck, actor. The two are unrelated. Which is precisely the point.
Mobile Blogging - When our blog session takes place in either Lisa's Toyota or Serena's Ford. It does not mean that we are blogging from something technologically advanced like an iphone.

Let us hold a moment of silence for these dying phrases and pour some wine on the floor for the “homies that will no longer be with us.” Right. Moving on.

Just a brief update regarding our contest. We now have two entries. One is from Uncle Pat and the other is from a retired KGB Agent. The deadline to enter is April 1st, so you still have time!

Now for our true purpose. Has anyone noticed the recent influx of hilarious commercials starring baseball players? While there are a ton in existence, we selected a few of our favorites. Our original was Tim Linecum’s commercial for MLB 2K9 (meaning in 2009) in which Lincecum educated his digital self on how to…be him. This opened the floodgates for baseball shit that made us laugh (honorable mentions going to the commercials that feature mascots). Tim Lincecum’s Sportscenter commercial in 2010, featuring Lincecum trying to record his voicemail message and of course, Joe Mauer’s MLB The Show commercial that featured the amazing, “well played, Mauer.” That quote doesn’t get old. In fact, we’re pretty sure that we’ll be annoying our “fellow” Twins fans at Target Field by repeating it…over and over and over and over…

2011 has brought us a “Well Played, Mauer” sequel, which is pretty funny, but doesn’t have the same spark that the original did. Quite like most sequels. However, it has also introduced the star power of Brian Wilson (and his beard) and a glimmer of a sense of humor in David Wright. David Wright advertises Vitamin Water by joining forces with that douchenozzle, Mike “The Situation,” to train for the upcoming baseball season. It features a quick flash of Wright in the tanning booth, which we’re not exactly confident he does on a regular basis considering how white he is, but he’s definitely “girly” enough to do it. It’s pretty obvious to us that he gets his eyebrows waxed. No man has well-shaped brows like that unless he gets them waxed. We’re chicks. We know these things.

Brian Wilson’s MLB 2K11 commercial is…fantastic. We’re not even sure where to start. His cell phone looks it came from Night at the Roxbury or the original Wall Street. Plus he claims that no one can touch his beard “because there is too much magic inside.” We’re not looking to start fights or anything, but we’ve been claiming magical facial/body/head hair for seasons now. Wilson is a plagiarist. It’s that simple. It’s a good thing he’s funny or else we’d never forgive him. We might’ve considered suing. We know a lawyer, okay? He’s Serena’s real uncle (unlike Uncle Pat), so he definitely would have supported our case and he wouldn’t have charged us.

Our goal for 2011 (among the other retarded shit that we strive to achieve) is to make our own hilarious MLB commercial. Who would like to donate a camcorder to our cause? Anyone? Email us. We’ll talk.

Friday, July 9, 2010

“Cos’ You Told Me To, Drill Sergeant”

You may or may not have noticed that we blatantly disregarded reporting the results of last week’s poll (in which we asked you who you felt would make the best MLB manager). To be perfectly honest, we didn’t even notice that we forgot to until a few days ago cos’ we’re that brand of special. Therefore, we’ll give you the results of this week’s poll along with last week’s today. Last week, 7 of you chimed in regarding best MLB manager. Alarmingly, no one voted for King Julian. We strongly feel that if Maurice was here, he would’ve voted for King Julen. Probably Mort as well. 2 people voted for The Mexican (though we must admit that this statistic is skewed slightly because Serena is one of those votes. Because she thought she was funny). #1 Fan Steph voted for Lisa and the rest of the votes went to Serena, which means that it’s time for the Mets to take her letter seriously and start implementing her genius plans of action. Or pay her to implement them.

Our most recent poll referenced those darling Twins fans who agreed to pose for a photograph with us in the parking lot of Citi Field. We wanted to know if our readers were as nice as these Twins fans and asked you if you would’ve stopped and posed for a photo with us. Turns out…you borderline hate us. 1 person actually voted for “No. You two are pretty much the biggest assholes I’ve ever seen.” No joke. That option legitimately earned a vote. Maybe you don’t understand what sarcasm is about. That choice was suppose to make you laugh, not inspire you to select it. Jeez. 1 person said, “Maybe…what is that stench?” So…even in our photos, we smell bad. Comforting. Good to know. Finally, 1 person said, “Yes, if you let me rub up against you.” This is either #1 Fan Steph taking pity on us or this person is a pervert. If he (or she) is a pervert, we’ll take it because any pervert is better than the person who thinks we’re assholes.

Our favorite event of the All Star Break has always been the Home Run Derby. We personally find it to be the most entertaining. Who doesn’t love watching home runs? Plus, its participants usually belong there because they’ve consistently proven their ability to hit the long ball. This is not a popularity contest. It’s a contest of pure muscle and hitting power. Now batting, this year’s Home Run Derby Contestants:

David Ortiz (Boston)
Miguel Cabrera (Detroit)
Vernon Wells (Toronto)
Corey Hart (Milwaukee)
Matt Holliday (St. Louis)

TBB Picks for the Winner:
Serena says Holliday
Lisa says Cabrera

Without further ado, behold your All Star Teams for 2010! Below, we’ve presented you with the rosters as they appear at blogging time. We feel that we’ve got to specify this because things could change between now and Tuesday and we don’t want to hear complaints from you that we’ve lied. We understand that we’ve fabricated entire stories for you in the past, but this is not one of those circumstances. We assure you that we’ve gotten this information from a reliable source. Lisa will then take a crack at dissecting (and by dissecting, we mean that she’ll either bitch about the choices made or applaud them) the National League’s starting lineup, while Serena will take on the American League’s. Since you’ve made it clear by your votes that you feel that Serena would make a good MLB manager, you should take what she has to say to heart. Just throwing it out there. You can choose to catch it or drop it. It should also be noted that neither of us voted for anybody to go to the All Star Game in protest of this ridiculous popularity contest, so technically we have zero right to bitch. We repeat: not one vote was placed on behalf of either member of the TBB.

NATIONAL LEAGUE
Starting Lineup:

Yadier Molina (St. Louis) C
Albert Pujols (St. Louis) 1B
Chase Utley (Philadelphia) 2B* replaced by Martin Prado (Atlanta) due to injury
David Wright (New York) 3B
Hanley Ramirez (Florida) SS
Ryan Braun (Milwaukee) OF
Jason Heyward (Atlanta) OF
Andre Ethier (Los Angeles) OF

Pitchers:

Jonathan Broxton (Los Angeles)
Chris Carpenter (St. Louis)
Matt Capps (Washington)
Yovani Gallardo (Milwaukee)* replaced by Heath Bell (San Diego) due to injury
Roy Halladay (Philadelphia)
Tim Hudson (Atlanta)
Ubaldo Jimenez (Colorado)
Josh Johnson (Florida)
Tim Lincecum (San Francisco)
Evan Meek (Pittsburgh)
Arthur Rhodes (Cincinnati)
Adam Wainwright (St. Louis)
Brian Wilson (San Francisco)

Reserves:

Brian McCann (Atlanta) C
Ryan Howard (Philadelphia) 1B
Adrian Gonzalez (San Diego) 1B
Omar Infante (Atlanta) INF
Troy Tulowitzki (Colorado) SS* replaced by Jose Reyes (New York)
Brandon Phillips (Cincinnati) 2B
Scott Rolen (Cincinnati) 3B
Michael Bourn (Houston) OF
Marlon Byrd (Chicago) OF
Corey Hart (Milwaukee) OF
Matt Holliday (St. Louis) OF
Chris Young (Arizona) OF

Final Roster Spot: Joey Votto (Cincinnati)

**Notes on the National League Roster: Jason Heyward is still questionable as to whether or not he’ll participate in the All Star Game. He had been placed on the 15-day DL due to a deep bone bruise in his left thumb (scheduled to return next week). He plans on taking batting practice this weekend when the Braves play the Mets at Citi Field. If successful, Heyward will play on Tuesday.

AMERICAN LEAGUE
Starting Lineup:

Joe Mauer (Minnesota) C
Justin Morneau (Minnesota) 1B
Robinson Cano (New York) 2B
Evan Longoria (Tampa Bay) 3B
Derek Jeter (New York) SS
Ichiro Suzuki (Seattle) OF
Josh Hamilton (Texas) OF
Carl Crawford (Tampa Bay) OF
Valdimir Guerrero (Texas) DH

Pitchers:

Clay Buchholz (Boston)* replaced by Andy Pettitte (New York) due to injury
Trevor Cahill (Oakland)
Fausto Carmona (Cleveland)
Neftali Feliz (Texas)
Phil Hughes (New York)
Cliff Lee (Seattle)
Jon Lester (Boston)
David Price (Tampa Bay)
Mariano Rivera (New York)* replaced by Rafael Soriano (Tampa Bay) due to nagging injuries
CC Sabathia (New York)* replaced by Jered Weaver (Anaheim) due to ineligibility
Joakim Soria (Kansas City)
Matt Thornton (Chicago)
Jose Valverde (Detroit)

Reserves:

Victor Martinez (Boston) C* replaced by John Buck (Toronto) due to injury
Miguel Cabrera (Detroit) 1B
Dustin Pedroia (Boston) 2B* replaced by Ian Kinsler (Texas) due to injury
Elvis Andrus (Texas) SS
Alex Rodriguez (New York) 3B
Adrian Beltre (Boston) 3B
Ty Wigginton (Baltimore) INF
Torii Hunter (Anaheim) OF
Vernon Wells (Toronto) OF
Jose Bautista (Toronto) OF
David Ortiz (Boston) DH

Final Roster Spot: Nick Swisher (New York)

**Notes on the American League Roster: The new rule imposed regarding pitchers in the All Star Game states that “pitchers who work the final game before the break are ineligible to be on the active roster of an All Star squad.” Sabathia will pitch against the Mariners’ Rowland-Smith on Sunday, therefore he’s been replaced by Weaver. Strangely, Weaver is also scheduled to pitch on Sunday, against Oakland’s Sheets. At blogging time, we’re uncertain as to whether or not Weaver will remain an eligible replacement for Sabathia.

Lisa agrees with the following NL selected players: Molina, Pujols, Utley, Ramirez and Braun.

She would’ve replaced Ethier with Jeff Francouer simply because he’s Frenchy Boy and while TOWSNBN is her future husband (who refuses to acknowledge her), she would’ve gone with Ryan Zimmerman at third. If she had to exchange anyone else in the starting lineup, it would’ve been Pujols for Adrian Gonzalez, but she’s satisfied in the fact that Gonzalez is a member of the reserves.

For the American League, we’re pretty sure that no one is going to question whether or not Serena agrees with the fans’ choice for first base. It should be understood. In terms of the starting lineup, the only player that Serena would not have cast a vote for is Ichiro Suzuki, but that decision would not have been based on talent/performance. It would’ve been based purely on personal animosity against that man. When visiting Seattle, Suzuki callously stole one of the banana nut muffins that she had taken from the hotel’s free breakfast buffet. Because of him, she went hungry for an entire day, which is ridiculous because he’s obviously not hurting for cash. We hadn’t mentioned this previously because the action did not jeopardize our enjoyment of Safeco Field, but now that the subject of her hatred is coming into question, we feel that it’s important information to share with you. In any case, she loyally would’ve voted for Torii Hunter as she’s done every year since his arrival upon the MLB scene. Thankfully, Hunter is at least a member of the reserve team. Additionally, her third OF vote would have typically gone to Ken Griffey Jr. (as it always has since the day she began voting for the All Star Game), but since he’s no longer playing (*sniffle*), Hamilton is an acceptable replacement. And just so we’re clear, she would’ve voted for Jeter…begrudgingly.

In unrelated news, our time period for accepting donations for this year’s Fred K’s Cancer event has drawn to a close. We successfully raised $2,400 to be split between the Oral Cancer Foundation and Sean Kimerling Testicular Cancer Foundations! Each organization will receive $1,200. The checks were mailed this week and should be arriving sometime early next week. Many thanks to all who participated and supported the event. Without your help, our it would not have been as successful as it was. We look forward to filing for non-profit status in the upcoming months and planning for next year’s event!

Now that Fred K’s Cancer has come to an end (for now), the time to save boobs is upon us. Serena has registered for Long Island’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer for the second year in a row and will be walking in memory of Grannydukes. Click here to view her personal fundraising page and to read more about Grannydukes and how to support breast cancer research. If you’d like to save boobs one dollar at a time, be sure to hit the little donate button at the bottom of the page. You can also access this page from the side bar as well as in our “Meet Serena” page located beneath the blog’s title box.

Since he’s a member of the American League’s starting lineup and looks damn sexy, sexy in the picture we have posted, Joe Mauer will remain the reigning TBB Super Hero of the Week…for the third straight week. Before you judge us, no. We’re not keeping him just because we’re too lazy to come up with someone new. He just deserves the title, okay? What’s wrong with that?

Let’s allow Scandal to ring in the upcoming All Star Break with, “hitting balls over the wall, bang, bang. You are an All Star Warrior. You’re an All Star and heart to heart, you’ll win.”

BallHype: hype it up!