You know it’s been a rough night when you pass out on the bar. I mean literally on the bar. If you’re lucky, fellow patrons will leave you be or perhaps wake you up and call you a cab.
You’ll have no such luck though if you happen to be on a cruise ship with Major League Baseball players Bronson Arroyo and Lenny Dinardo. Sure they’ll give you an autograph, but it’ll be more like an erasable tramp stamp on your back.
You would think that guy would have learned his lesson after he woke up to find himself covered in ink, right? Wrong. He was back at it again the next night.
I’m not a Barry Bonds fan, and would never come close to defending him in any argument unless it was something along the lines of “Who’s more unemployable, Barry Bonds or Amy Fisher?”
Just for the record, Amy Fisher is now gainfully employed as a webcam model for Imlive.com (NSFW).
What’s been really causing monkey butt for me is the way that the Baseball Hall of Fame presents itself as a publicity whore. Everyone knows that Marc Ecko purchased Barry’s 756th career home run ball just to attach his name/brand to it, but what was with all of the bitching and moaning by the HOF?
I understand that the HOF wants to follow a set of rules so that people don’t accidentally stumble upon the Hall of Anarchy on their next trip to Cooperstown, but Tuesday’s situation was absurd.
“Yes we’ll take it! No, wait, we won’t. Fuck it, hand it over. Ah shit, how are we going to display it with an asterisk?”
Does the HOF think that not displaying this ball will make us forget the steroid era? Do they think that not inducting Pete Rose into the HOF will make history and the fans forget him?
Sure the HOF is worried about Barry Bonds boycotting the HOF if the ball is displayed, but what does that mean? Last time I went to the HOF Carl Yastremski wasn’t standing there to greet me and read off his career stats. They had a fucking plaque on a wall to represent him.
I can’t think of a better way to wrap this bitch session up than by saying, just display the ball and if Barry doesn’t show up to the HOF induction ceremony (assuming he gets the votes) have someone else stand in for him. I know a guy who would love to do it, and for an extra $500 he’ll even close out the speech by saying that he’s sorry he bet on baseball.
In true unresearched blogger fashion, I’m posting these photos assuming they were taken after the Red Sox won the World Series last year. I’d love to think that there’s a party like this after every game, but I think that might be a stretch. Or maybe they do this after every game, minus Rene Russo
But does it really matter? Check out how blasted Tek is. I wonder how Big Papi ended up on his shoulders. Did Tek ask for it, or did Big Papi demand that the Captain take him for a ride around the bar.
In the episode, scheduled to be broadcast on Wednesday at 11 p.m. ET, Cynthia Rodriguez recalls how the 11-time All-Star didn’t come up quite so clutch on Nov. 18, 2004, when Natasha Alexander Rodriguez was delivered into the world.
“As tough and big as he seems, he is real wimpy around doctors or any type of medical situation,” Cynthia Rodriguez said. “I was, like, not even having a baby; he was the one. The one nurse had a cold cloth on his head, the other nurse had the blood pressure on his arm and my mother was like rubbing his back — and he is passed out on a couch.
“And I am there, in the middle of labor, and really, I am not being paid much attention to besides the doctor and a couple of nurses. And he is there, moaning. In between pushing, I am going, ‘Honey, are you OK?’ And are you breathing? Are you OK?’”
You hear that? It’s the sound of Cynthia Rodriguez backing the bus up over A-Rod. I can see right through this and tell that this is just one of many jabs to come at A-Rod as revenge for his promiscuous ways.
So is it now safe to say that A-Rod can’t handle pressure in his personal life as well? He stinks up the Bronx come playoff time, and now we know that he can’t handle the sight of a little blood.
With the Sox-Yankees rivalry at an all-time low, I wouldn’t be surprised to see the Sox fill the field box seats near the Yankees’ dugout with pregnant women. Scratch that. I meant have a woman give birth during a game in the on deck circle.
Cynthia Rodriguez Says Alex is a slouch in the delivery room - MLB
The Roger Clemens whore train continues to make it’s nation wide tour, and it’s next stop is Crazyville. The Boston Herald’s Inside Track reports that the wife of former WWF wrestler Brutus “The Barber” Beefcake, was hit on Clemens 18 years ago when she was a waitress at the The Palace nightclub in Saugus. The real news is that Clemens was hanging out at the Palace nightclub, not that he was hitting on a waitress.
Not to be outdone by the wife of a former wrestler, one of John Daly’s ex-wives has come forward claiming she had a relationship with Clemens as well. When asked if she had a romantic relationship with Clemens, Paulette Dean Daly answered with, “No comment.”
Last but not least, the conductor of this whore train is none other than Mindy McCready. A washed up country singer who comes to this party with a caboose full of baggage. McCready claims to have met Clemens when she was 15, and he was 28 and a father of two. She claims their relationship did not become sexual until she had moved to Nashville to pursue her music career.
I haven’t been a fan of the Rocket since he skipped town for that team across the border, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I enjoy watching his name get dragged through the mud by every cougar he’s pissed off during his fraud of a career.
I was really hoping to pull together a bunch of photos of Paulette Daly for this post, but truthfully I don’t know what she looks like and I don’t trust some of the photos that are out there labeled with her name. However, I was able to find some pictures of John Daly partying at his house and I’m 100% sure that you won’t be shocked to see him drinking Miller Lite and ripping butts. I’m actually disappointed because I always envisioned John Daly’s house being filled with strippers. Instead it’s just filled with memorabilia and an Elvis statue.
Roger Clemens hung out at the Palace nightclub - Inside Track
We all make mistakes, and some of us choose to make those mistakes in our pants while others opt with the bleachers at a ball game. Joesportsfan.com posted this Philadelphia drama, and I’ll sum it up for you real quick. Boyfriend wants to see the last of the 9th inning, girlfriend wants to leave and has to piss. They fight, she pisses in the bleachers in front of everyone after he thought he was calling her bluff. He wipes splattered piss off his jeans and they make up while standing in a puddle of piss. They live happily ever after.
Philadelphia Phillies slugger Ryan Howard is a hit with the ladies. Just check out these pics with who else but the Washington Wizards Dance Team. Nothing exudes class like having Ryan Howard pour booze into your mouth straight from the bottle. I guess this was the Phillies’ rookie night, but nobody told J.D. Durbin.
