Farmer Ted

well, HE ain't done shit either.

What the fuck happened to Jeff Wilpon being our Japan/Far East guy? Do we even have an Asian or a player from the Japanese leagues in the farm system? I know, I know, send it to the red light forum. But here we are, jank-ass farm system and Jeffy, supposedly, had the Japan market cornered. We have no fucking trade bait. He's probably scouting Jack Elliott or Hammer DuBois for crissakes.

Omar is lusting for one of his former Expos caddies.

The Marlins getting Arthur Rhodes makes me a little nervous. They got him for a former Mets farmhand, Gaby Hernandez. Rhodes could have helped our pen.

Looks like that old tan brick in the upper right. That brick is now hidden behind the banner wall and that weird lounge chair seating. I say Shea.

Edge gets the bullet. Nothing like seeing a Gary Busey cameo in a Franco commercial.

Is that the acrobat guy from Oceans 11, 12, and 13?

Keith mentioned a couple weeks back that he met Carlos' father before a game and they looked like twins. Also said that his father was a basketball player back in the day.

Eating Raul, Indie style. http://www.newarkbears.com/team/current/index.html?player_id=80

Yes, George Steinbrenner.

Love the 9 year old singing about drinking gin and getting drunk. Where are the classy parents? Riiiight, behind the camera.

Chris Berman doing play-by-play. Mute button ON.

The crew did a great job during the rain delay last night. They kept me tuned in.

Momma said knock you out. http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/ctrends/blaster2.jpg

Gretchen Wilson. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ-Xl7ykddk

I like the Josh Hamilton story better.

I'd do an over/under on INNINGS it takes Alou to hit the Dead List.

Long story short (pun intended). High school friend. His mean girlfriend. One ill-advised kick to the groin. High school friend now with 1.5 testicles.

I defer this conversation to my hero, Guy Conti, bullpen coach extraordinaire.

Really? Someone has a problem with Bumbleass, PA?

Pull up the old thread with the ump photos. Mug shot heaven.

Surely you had a Ramets shirt in your duffle as a parting gift.

Elevator emergency button, switch on. Cue up the Aerosmith.

Harrisburg Senators manager John Stearns was conspicuously absent from the third-base coach's box during Wednesday night's 9-8 victory over the Trenton Thunder. Was hitting coach Troy Gingrich out there as part of some slump-breaking plan, like flipping a hat around backwards to spark a late-inning rally? Nope. Turns out Stearns can't exactly wave runners home right now. The 56-year-old tough guy, a four-time all-star catcher with the New York Mets and standout safety at the University of Colorado, separated his right shoulder during a bicycle accident on Wednesday afternoon. Seems he was riding his bike between Lemoyne and Camp Hill along the Market Street sidewalk when a car surprised him by turning into his path. Riding an estimated 15 mph, Stearns squeezed the left hand-brake and flipped over the handlebars, smack into the pavement. Some good citizens called 911, and Stearns was taken to the hospital for X-rays. It was a painful shoulder injury, but it could have been much worse. His helmet, now resting atop a shelf in the Senators' clubhouse, features some nasty dents and scratches. Gingrich will continue to coach third base for the foreseeable future. And Stearns might avoid two wheels for a bit.

The Mrs. and I were on the Diamond Club elevator with him a few years back. He was in his Expos uniform and it appeared going to one of the broadcast booths for a pre-game interview. I was encouraged NOT to urinate on him. God, I wanted to piss on his blue, smurf cleats sooo bad.