Mexico Comes To Huntington This Friday

There are so many things I could write about Fernando Valenzuela... but I'm not gonna say any of them here and now. I have another card of him as a Padre so I'll blather on about his illustrious career some other time. I'm just posting this one because it represents Mexico and I'm really stoked for our cerveza, not beer party that's going down Friday. Between a bunch of different kinds of Mexican beer, Scrabble, a pinche megaphone and the guarantee of my Brain Hero schooling me left and right, what's not to look forward to?

...and, yes, that's our gang sign (it's dos equis and a quesadilla- although I guess you could argue that it's a taco).

Ready, Aim, Wait To Get Fired.

Here's a double shoutout to the man responsible for our recent offensive explosion... or something like that. What's the over/ under on his firing? I'm putting my money on September 2010.

Until recently, my only memory of ol' Randy consisted of him being the other warm body ushered out of town with Krukkie. I was heartbroken- and it had nothing to do with Ready's departure.

"Rickey gets on"

I scanned and uploaded ths card back in January with plans of posting it the day he went in The Hall. Whoops! However, my pot-addled memory doesn't take a thing away from the FACT that Rickey was the greatest player to ever step foot on the diamond. Even if he were a surly cockass ala Bonds, his greatness would still be undeniable. Fortunately for all of us, Rickey was, and still is, a gracious man of the people. Many old white men have derided his flashiness and confidence but there are few athletes I'd consider acceptable role-models for my potential children... and Rickey's right up there.

Negra Modelo, Bleach & David Wells

This entry begins like so many others: I was making a late night Walmart run for mexican beer. This particular night I was already more effed up than anyone really has any business being. I chose six Negra Modelos as a change of pace and grabbed some job-enabling hair bleach before meandering up to the cards and picking out a discounted-to-$5 six pack box of '07 UD. The one Pad I pulled was the one guy I've seen start more games than anyone else. I've always been a fan of Boomer Wells, even when he was a Yankee- and if you know me, you know that's saying something. Nice card, nice memories. Worth $5? You be the judge.

Piazza

Seeing Alex Cora play the past few days has reminded me the only other person I was a fan of despite their Filthy Effin' Dodgerdom. From minor-league Little League through high school, I split time between second base and catcher because Joey Cora and Mikey P. kicked so much ass. When we snagged him up for the '06 season, I totally wound up with a PFOB; worlds had collided.