It’s true: You can’t have ducks out there. You have to respect the game.
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In which The Captain takes to the potter’s wheel to deal with the frustration of being away from the team on Opening Day. The concept of Emotional Wins are also explored.
Things are starting to get weird between A-Rod and Eric Chavez:
"Wanna play Go Fish, Chavvy?"
“Not right now, Al.”
“Yeah, I hate cards, too.”
“It’s not that I hate cards —”
“Me neither, I just hate them right now.”
“We’ll play later, maybe.”
“I love cards later.”
"Will you sign my cast, Jetes? All the guys are." He waves his cast at me. There are no names on it.
“How about you get Swish to go first? He signs big, I don’t want him to sign over my name.”
“It would really mean a lot to me if you went first.”
“I don’t have a Sharpie.”
“I have one right here.” He holds up a marker, and I notice he’s got a newspaper in his lap. He’s finished a Sudoku puzzle, but instead of numbers there are big red letters in all the boxes, spelling ARODAROD in every direction.
Last week: Voodooball
This week, The Captain grapples with the impossible demand for perfection in New York, the sudden departure of Jeremy Lin, and the constant body-spray misting of Alex Rodriguez’s torso.
Last week: Special All-Star Edition
Wherein The Captain tries to fight his way through a very bad week. (And comes up with an awesome new t-shirt slogan.)
Derek and I worked through some very difficult issues in this one. Journaling can be really cathartic that way.
Alongside the necessary hand-wringing about Phil Hughes and Freddy Garcia is a quick how-to for playing your new favorite bullpen game, Mr. Human Potato Head. That’s a big value-add right there.
How does that go? ICYMI? You probably missed it since I forgot to post it here. Anyway, there’s a bit about murder-crazed people in Mariah Carey masks, if you’re not into the baseball thing. And there are baseball things if you’re not into Mariah Carey masks.