I didn’t eat the Frito Pie last night. Toby pointed me toward the Godfather, and I couldn’t resist. Though at delis all over the New York area “The Godfather” refers to an Italian hero, at Grayson stadium it’s an Italian sausage covered with Philly cheesesteak and chicken-steak. (Is that an oxymoron? You know what I mean, like the chicken equivalent of Philly cheesesteak.) I got mine with jalapenos, because I’m like that.
Here is what the Godfather looks like. There’s an Italian sausage under there. The ketchup was my own addition:
What did it taste like? Exactly how you’d expect: Amazing. I still have a little bit of a grease headache just thinking about it, but worth it nonetheless. This needs to catch on.
Tedquarters 
Did you need to have someone hold it up for you while you attacked it? That thing looks enormous! I hope for your sake there were plastic utensils around to pick up and eat what fell off of that thing.
Hey Ted you see the hubbub over UZR being flawed in Jason Bay’s WAR rating?
I want to read your take on it.
I saw that, and it’s really a post-vacation concern, but in brief my take is: Whatever. More than anything, it shows the perils of relying on a single stat to judge players. I don’t think it’s a huge surprise — Sam Page at Amazin’ Avenue and others pointed out the problems with measuring defense in Fenway when the Mets signed Bay — and I don’t think it makes Bay a good defender in left. Though he’s made a few great plays and he’s fundamentally solid, to the eye he’s slow out there, and doesn’t get great breaks on balls. I could be biased because I’ve seen all the numbers (not just UZR), but it sure doesn’t seem like he’s going to win any Gold Gloves.