The high-five being replaced with the prostate-massage … long, long, overdue. But if this Cubs winning streaks goes much longer, I shudder to think of what’s going to start happening in that dugout. Bat boys are going to have to be replaced with jizzmoppers.
Tonight’s Pirates vs. Nationals game at PNC Park is a sell-out … the Bob Walk bobbleheads are just too great a temptation to ignore. But if some pissed off Pirates fans have their way, the stadium will empty out quickly.
A group called “Fans for Change” wants the people of Pittsburgh to rise up against shitty Pirates management and walk out of the game tonight (after you get your Bob Walk bobblehead, of course).
Last year during a Lions game, tens of thousands of fans were supposed to get up and leave in the second quarter of a game, but only about 4 people actually ended up doing it. And even if they had left, what was it going to do, alert Matt Millen to the fact that the Lions suck? I’m pretty sure he had noticed.
But I don’t begrudge you your anger, Pirates fans, you certainly have a right to be upset … and I do wish you well with your public hissy-fit tonight.
After a bit of a delay, we have the details for the next Deadspin Pants Party, to be held in Philadelphia on Saturday, July 14. It’s all official and stuff: You can buy your tickets right here. Game starts at 3:55. We will be there, as will the esteemed balls of A.J. Daulerio.
By the way, the lovely and talented Lady Andrea has put together a clearinghouse for all Deadspin Pants Parties. Miami, Atlanta and Las Vegas, coming up, with more on their way, surely.
There’s drinking afterwards too; after the jump, AJ has all the details.
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Okay, after we’ll have a room at Kildare’s, Headhouse Square on Second and South, with drink and food specials. Email me if you plan on attending, so I can give them a proper head count. Also, email me if you’d like to have a Where’s Mamula Sandwich so I can know how many to bring. Those will cost $3 extra, and you can pay me at the park or buy me a beer. Or, you know, gimme a handy.
We haven’t found video of Yi Jianlian’s epic interview with Stuart Scott last night, but we did find this: A completely bizarre old commercial the newest (and soon-to-be-ex, we suspect) Milwaukee Buck did in China for some sort of strange milk. We don’t speak Chinese, but even if we did, we’re pretty sure we’d have no idea what was going on.
Rick Chandler’s Minor Enterprise, a look at the world of minor league baseball, runs every Friday.
I’m pretty sure that Rod Beck is looking down from that big RV in the sky right now and smiling, because tonight is Mullet Madness with the Vancouver Canadians (Class-A Northwest League). Minor league mullet nights traditionally include activities such as hubcap-tossing, toilet-seat horseshoes or a demolition derby. But the Canadians have a different twist; they’re actually giving out mullets. Yep, any fan who makes a donation to the Canadian Cancer Society will be handed their own mullet wig upon entering Nat Bailey Stadium tonight. And who knows, Canadians office manager Jason Takefman himself may give you yours! (Sorry, no skullets). One question though: In Canada, don’t they actually call it hockey hair?
A special report on Mike Tyson Ear Night, more promotions and the Politically Incorrect Logo of the Week, all after the jump.
• Special Report From Mike Tyson Ear Night. Thursday, June 28. Fort Myers Miracle (Class-A Florida State League). “Greetings from Mike Tyson ear night! Not as much fun as Billy Donovan Night, but mildly entertaining. Free ears, as you can see. And they posted Tyson quotes around the stadium, and they had a special … ears and beers for $4. Elephant Ears and mystery beer… my mystery beer was a Natty light.” [Thanks to Spencer Cordell]
Upcoming promotions …
• Pajama Date Night. Friday, June 29. Orem Owlz (Rookie Pioneer League). If your idea of a romantic evening is wearing your pajamas in public and then lying on a blanket on the infield grass for a special showing of Shrek, then by all means, this night is for you.
• Arden Cogar Wood Chopping Exhibition. Tuesday, July 3. West Virginia Power (Class-A South Atlantic League). There isn’t much I wouldn’t give for a dual promotion involving world champion woodcutter Arden Cogar, and the Stanford Tree.
• 101st Birthday Of The Hot Dog. Thursday, July 5. Hagerstown Suns (Class-A South Atlantic League). To celebrate the birthday of this American staple, all hot dogs will be $1.01 on this special day. And coincidentally, the guy who ate that very first hot dog in 1906, Walter Breuning, is still around; the 110-year-old threw out the first pitch at a Great Falls White Sox game last week.
• Invention Of The Week. The Stadium Butler. Chattanooga Lookouts (Class-AA, Southern League). Exciting news! “The Lookouts have teamed-up with locally owned and operated World Technological to introduce a fan-friendly product called the Stadium Butler.” Let’s see … room to store batteries to throw at Barry Bonds, check. Pocket for bottle of Wild Turkey, check. International Communist Studies newsletter, check. Hold on, what’s the item in the upper left corner that’s been blurred out? Some sort of flammable missile kit? Wait, no; just Doritos Nacho Cheese flavored chips, it appears. Whew! (By the way, any particular reason that these two have arrived to the game so painfully early?).
Of all the funny love connections that came out of last night’s NBA Draft, the one we were most tickled by was the match of Joakim Noah and the Chicago Bulls. Seriously. Look at that guy. He looks like that before comes into the sanitarium that is the NBA. In six years, he’s going to have physically erased all his facial features, or maybe just have joined the Nation of Islam. What an odd duck. David Stern seemed too bewildered to even be angry.
We have to say, it’s pretty awesome that on the night each of them reached a career milestone that assured they will be in Hall of Fame, Frank Thomas and Craig Biggio did something stupid/embarrassing within a matter of minutes.
First, Thomas. He hit his 500th homer yesterday and celebrated by … being thrown out of the game for arguing a strike call late. This reminded us of that stupid Billy Crystal movie in which he throws Kareem Abdul-Jabbar out of his farewell game. Excellently played, Frank.
But not nearly as much fun as Biggio. You have to love a guy who, while notching his 3,000th hit, gets so excited that he runs into an obvious out at second base trying to stretch it to a double.
We salute these men, who displayed the sports equivalent of Miss America falling down right after receiving her crown.