Offense? Who needs offense?

Well, the Nationals took Mr. Aaron Crow, RHP from the University of Missouri with the #9 pick in today's draft. (Click here for some info about him, plus a bitching picture with him sticking his tongue out while heaving a slider to some dude.) They passed on the switch hitting 1st baseman with lots of power from South Carolina, Justin Smoak. Why? Because we got a shit load off offense already! Just look at this line from today's day game:
7 hits. All singles. That's right, 0 extra base hits. We had 4 BBs though, so that's 11 guys that got on base. A couple stolen bases here and there and we.... what? We had 0 SB? Make that -1, cause Milledge was picked off? Great! Must of been a sloooow infield today. What? The Cardinals had 4? And Brian Barton had 2 by himself? This guy?


Ugh. Well, let's hope tonight's game isn't as big a turd. Although at this point......
Wake me when we put up 2 runs in a game, will ya? Until then, I'll be sleeping in the garage with the car running.

Dooks is in the clear

Dukes has no criminal commitments left. He has fulfilled his latest probation requirements, and has nothing hanging over his head.
Folks over at Barry's WaPo blog (what? WaPo. Washington Post. The fucking Washington Post newspaper. Jesus) are starting a bunch of conspiracy theories about Dukes going to Florida not to rehab, but fulfill said requirements.
I couldn't give two shits about that. I'm more interested in the awesome quote from the Tampa Tribune. It was in reference to Elijah's January 2007 arrest. Cops pulled him over in his Dodge Charger because he was black had his music too loud. One thing led to your mother, and the next thing you know, we get this doozie from Elijah,

"Are you really going to arrest me over a little sack of weed?"

Fan-fucking-tastic. I love this guy. Almost as good as, "And that, my friend, is very broke."

I had a chance to scout Elijah earlier in his career, ya know. I took a look through all my old photo's and came across one that I can't believe I didn't notice before. Something very, very strange is going on here.



I'm still kicking myself for not asking him for a hit.