Michael Baron got this shot at Yankee camp yesterday:

Weird, right?
Michael Baron got this shot at Yankee camp yesterday:

Weird, right?
I look back on it and I’m not saying A.J. Burnett is the reason we didn’t win the World Series, nothing like that. But without being cocky and arrogant, I think if I would have pitched up to my par it would’ve been a lot smoother going into the postseason and we’d have had a lot better chance. I really felt, damn, they really could’ve used A.J.
– A.J. Burnett.
Burnett goes on to refer to himself in the third person twice more in the same Daily News article, for an impressive total of four. Not bad, sir.
Also of note: Burnett and his wife both find the band Disturbed worth traveling for.
Turns out the secret to CC Sabathia’s 25-pound weight loss this winter was another guy with the same initials.
“Not eating Cap’n Crunch every day,” Sabathia revealed when asked what changes he made to his diet to help him trim down from 315 lbs. to 290 since the end of last season. “I’m actually what it says on the back of my card.”
– Mark Feinsand, N.Y. Daily News.
Wow.
I’m in no position to judge anyone for his dietary choices, it’s just a bit surprising to me that anyone would waste so much space and calories on Cap’n Crunch. It’s not even close to the Top 3 sugary cereals. Those are, in order: Lucky Charms, Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Golden Grahams. And I avoid even those, because if I’m going to destroy my body it’s going to be with bacon dammit, not breakfast cereal. I generally start my days with a bowl of Kashi Honey Sunshine, which is actually shaped just like Cap’n Crunch, and is clearly not as good for me as it purports to be because it’s decent-tasting.
Cap’n Crunch reminds me of dog food, and for a very specific reason: My late dog, Muffin, ate Cap’n Crunch for breakfast every morning even though no one else in my family did. I don’t really know how it started — I was 7 or so — or why we had the cereal in the house to begin with, but she wouldn’t even eat Purina or whatever she was supposed to eat. She just wanted Cap’n Crunch. Also: Burgers. Dog ate a lot of burgers. Shockingly, she weighed twice as much as she should have and eventually died of dog diabetes. Good dog, though. Very chill. Slept a lot.
Anyway, good for the big fella for dropping down to his listed weight. No idea if it will actually impact his pitching at all, but you figure it’s got to help with his already impressive stamina.
The excellent Emma Span makes a hilarious debut at Baseball Prospectus, but be warned: It’s not for the faint of heart, or for anyone who does not want to read about imagined trysts involving Kyle Farnsworth and Vance Wilson.
You like reading things I write, right? I assume you do, because you’re here, reading this now and presumably you are not a masochist.
But have you ever thought, “Man, reading all this stuff Ted has written for free is OK, but I really wish I could find some way to pay for stuff Ted has written?”
Well, now you can!
Pay real cash money now and you can soon check out my pieces in this year’s Amazin’ Avenue Annual and Maple Street Press Mets Annual. The former features an extended metaphor. The latter features brief previews of every National League team.
And hey, if you’ve still got money left over and extra space just burning a whole in your bookshelf, maybe pick up a copy of Belth’s Lasting Yankee Stadium Memories book. It features me, and also such sucker MCs as Joe Posnanski, Luis Guzman and Charles Pierce.
Oh speaking of Belth: Here’s me and him talking about Andy Pettitte in a very, very hot studio.
Granderson does a pretty good job eating and describing these sausages, and I am intrigued by the corn dog with the sauce already inside the corn batter. I am skeptical, though, that a non-deep-fried corn dog could hold up to the high standards I have for corn dogs*.
What’s most disappointing about the video is that he doesn’t sample the Swirldog, which is advertised right in front of his face. It’s hard to make it out but it looks like the sign says, “A sausage with a twist that sends all others green with envy!”
That doesn’t even make sense, but it makes me want to eat it for sure. WHAT’S THE TWIST?
*- I wrote something about corn dogs in a Live Journal post in 2004 that I still think is kind of funny. For some reason I used to have a thing for purple Fruit Stripe gum. I don’t want to link to that site because rather profane, so I’ll just excerpt the important part here:
I had a corn dog today; I got it from a guy selling them on a street corner. Imagine that — the corn dog man. It seems like five years ago when I came into the city, it was strictly a hot dog/pretzel/knish thing. Now they’ve got everything on the street corner. It’s like, “Hey, I’m going down to the corner to pick up something from the Lobster guy, you want anything?” “Nah, I got food from the 16-Ounce Porterhouse Steak cart earlier.”
Anyway corn dogs are [expletive] awesome. I like how there’s an element of mystery to them. Like you can’t see the meat, so you really don’t know what’s in there ’til you bite it. And hot dogs are pretty sketchy as far as meat goes to begin with, so you’re really taking your chances biting into that corn dog. But it’s worth the risk. A good corn dog is about as rewarding a food as you’re going to find this side of purple Fruit Stripe gum.
I think it has something to do with the meat being on a stick. There’s something very primal about eating meat on a stick, something that harkens back to medievil days when knights would come galloping into the castle only to be rewarded with huge hunks of meat on sticks. I think this might explain my affinity for shish kebab as well. I hate veggie kebab. Sissies.
Write this down: When I die, I don’t want to be buried or cremated or put into one of those Native American spiritual mounds, which I guess counts as buried except that you’re technically above ground. I want to be battered in corn meal and deep fried. Ram a stick up my [expletive], too, if need be. That way, everyone who comes to my wake will be forced to make the same decision I made today before biting into my corn dog. “He looks delicious… shall I bite him?”
Yes, eat of me what you want, I’m a delicious corn-dog cadaver.
This is getting really weird. He has got to be looking for a job elsewhere, right? I can’t come up with any more reasonable explanation.
Sweet. Baseball is awesome and more people need to know about it, so more people will play it and the level of play worldwide will improve. Also, and tangentially, I’ve long held that New Zealand is clearly Australia’s Canada.
It’s not my team. I don’t own it. They do. I’m a big boy. . . . In any job you better be prepared for every decision to not go your way. That’s part of being an employee. There were internal debates and discussions on it and disagreements in terms of how you should proceed, and ultimately Hal’s in charge of making the final call in what he feels is the best direction at that time frame. He made that call. This is Hal Steinbrenner’s and his family’s franchise. It’s not mine and it’s never been, obviously.
I’m in charge of making recommendations, and there’s a chain of command that certainly was followed. But this is not something that was done without me being aware of it. I had my say.
– Brian Cashman, on the Rafael Soriano signing.
Beyond the obvious comparison to be made with the Mets — with all the hand-wringing over meddling ownership — this is just straight-up weird.
I’ve certainly heard it suggested before that a team’s owner has overruled the GM in contract negotiations (Vernon Wells in Toronto and Eric Byrnes in Arizona come to mind), but I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a GM explicitly say he didn’t advocate a deal.
Maybe Cashman’s just being completely forthright here, since he does have a habit of letting certain would-be private details spill out into the press. But I wonder why he’d be so eager to distance himself from the contract, even if it is one that would be irresponsible if signed by any of the 29 teams with finite resources.
If I resist speculating about the Mets’ internal politics without concrete evidence, I should extend the Yankees the same courtesy. But certainly this suggests that Cashman is not operating with the autonomy I previously assumed he had been since George Steinbrenner’s health started failing.
Brian Cashman more or less admitted that the Rafael Soriano contract was Hal Steinbrenner’s idea, not his own. As Emma Span writes: “Huh.” In more hilarious news, the Yankees were apparently unironically pursuing Carl Pavano. He was the best starting pitcher left on the market, they need a starter and they have the funds so it actually isn’t horrendously unreasonable, it’s just, well, you know.