One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It's Gotta Be The Beard.
*Picture courtesy of sittingstill.net*
That beard is magical. There is no other explanation. Even though it looks like a muskrat decided to crawl on his chin and die, Youk's mystical beard continues to amaze and confound.
Tonight, Youk hit his 7th HR and he's now on pace to hit 56 HR's and 200 RBI's. No, I don't think he'll get there, but it is nice to see him raking the ball this early in the season.
I also love the fact he goes absolutely bonkers when he strikes out or doesn't get a hit; I love the attitude that he can't stand not to get on base, even though he act's about as level headed as Rakes at times. You might not like it, but you have to appreciate the fact the man CARES, even if he looks like a sociopath when he goes off.
Ciera had her second softball game tonight, and once again I was the aggressive 3rd base coach sending runners with reckless abandon. Tonight was a much better night; 9 runs, nobody thrown out, and the cursing under my breath was at a minimum.
As locked up as I get during one of her games, it's a miracle Demarlo Hale hasn't tackled a runner as he flew by third base. Stressful doesn't begin to cover it. I have no idea how he hasn't gone Woody Hayes on Manny as he ignores the stop sign for the 50th time and runs toward home.