July 4th, 2009…
(That’s all you get, you do the math)
This goes out to my homeslice Evan. He was my locker buddy in big league camp. Even though he crowded my personal space and crossed my invisible line that separated our lockers, I want to give him a shout out. The dude is crushin it in camp with the big leaguers.
Evan, a 10th Rounder a couple years ago out of Mizzou, has yet to play above class A ball in the summer. But despite that he has caught the eye of Manager Bob Melvin. I believe Bob called Evan the MVP of the team thus far in camp.
Keep it up french Frey, we are pulling for you.
Ok, make fun of me all you want, but I am an American Idol fan. I started to get into it this past season. Mostly because my lady, Bree, likes to watch it and forces me to sit and watch with her. But now I remind her when the show is on. The tables have turned.
I am upset about last weeks episode because my personal fave, Allison Iraheta, was voted into the bottom 3!!! Come on America! This girl is 16 and rocks the mic like Pat Benatar and Joan Jett in their prime!
Please vote for her if you are into that kind of thing because she is the next Kelly Clarkson, maybe even with a little more style. Allison, you will probably never read a blog on this site but if you do, my fiance and I are pulling for you!!!
I am having a great week.
Recently, I went into best buy for about ten minutes at the most. I come outside to find that my tahoe has pretty decent size dent on the left side of my back bumper. No info, no note, no witnesses. Nothing. This stirs my pot. Why…Why must folks not own up.
I know accidents happen, but growing up my parents taught me to take responsibility for my actions. I noticed that the streak marks on my black bumper were light blue. So if anyone sees a baby blue car in Tucson let me know. Can’t be too many baby blue’s out there.
Have a great day, and fess up baby blue car in Tucson,
I want to shake things up a little…
Nothing better… The smell of fresh cut grass in the mornin, the crack of the bat, and heaters smackin’ the leather of a catcher’s mitt. The 2009 Major League games have officially begun.
This morning at around 8:00 am shortly after completing my urine sample in the clubhouse, there was a topic of conversation that broke out at the breakfast table. A few guys (Brooks Brown, Clay Zavada, Hector Ambriz, Tony Barnette) were discussing a javelina sighting near their apartments the night before. For those of you who don’t know what a javelina is, think of Pumba in the disney movie “The Lion King” with jet, coarse, black hair that smells like garbage.†