Due to my feelings of guilt over my screw-up yesterday in regards to Chad Gaudin and his player position, I thought that maybe I’d try and drum up a more quality post today. But I have no idea if the game is going to be broadcast on 710 today (it will be on MLBN, but not until 7pm), and I’ve got to help some friends from the East coast move into their new apartment, so something more solid probably needs to wait until I’m in a better position to take care of it time-wise.
That being said, my friend Craig (one of the East-coasters) is a Yankees fan. He and his wife are moving here from Boston, where he has been in Baseball Hell for the past few years because of a job there (he had to move from glorious Baltimore, where he has been to Camden Yards many times more than I have, sadly – though I guess anything is more than zero). We were sitting here watching MLBN, and along the ticker was a bit of information about Dustin Pedroia having to be scratched from a start today due to some minor injury. I made the joke that Pedroia had called in short to work, and Craig told me about this:
This is not Photoshop. Dustin Pedroia has his own salsa. This may be common knowledge to other people, but it was a revelation to me. Life will never be the same.