I mean, clearly a snarky link, but a pretty hilarious picture. And you know what? The dude just finished a nine-month marathon of baseball activities and was presumably hounded about his weight throughout. I hope he enjoyed the hell out of that sundae as like a just-this-once type thing before firing up his offseason regime.
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I wish I could tell the story with the justice it deserves…but back in Pablo’s Eastern League days while he was chugging around with the Connecticut Defenders, he was once sitting back in the bullpen while we were waiting to run in our mascot race.
He asked what each of us was…one being a marinade bottle, one a chef and one a chicken sandwich. He sat in his chair innocently for a few moments and at the moment the race began, he pinned the chef against the wall and yelled to the chicken sandwich, “Run, Meat Suit, Run!”
I wish I was making this story up…but ’tis as true as they come.
You can guarantee my former co-workers and I revisit this story every time we see this guy on tv.
That’s amazing.
That is awesome.
Were you the marinade bottle, the chef, or the chicken sandwich?
I, my friend, was the chicken sandwich. Aka…the meat suit.
Those 15 minutes of my work day were never glorious, yet they provided endless amounts of entertaining stories.
That’s even better! That means Sandoval wanted you (well, your meat suit) to win the race!
Problem: Assuming this is the Buca di Beppo near the ballpark in SF, it’s cursed. The previous generation of Giants referred to it as Buca di 0-fer after a particularly bad game, the night before which a group of players went to the restaurant. If Pablo’s been going there often, it may explain how many double plays he grounded into this year. He should stick to Panda Express.
I’ve often observed that one of the problems with the MLB Commissioner’s Trophy is that you can’t drink out of it. (Drinking out of the Stanley Cup is like a religious experience for hockey fans, whereas it seems like the only practical thing you could do with the Commissioner’s Trophy is stab somebody with it.) I guess Pablo Sandoval feels the same way, except replace “drink” with “eat a gigantic sundae”.