Well, there’s been no official word on what Jerry Manuel and Omar Minaya have planned for Oliver Perez. They will skip his next scheduled start and possibly use him in relief this week, but no one is calling it a formal assignment to the bullpen. Since management seems to be at a loss, why not let the best and the brightest decide Ollie’s fate. So, what say you, Wright Stache readers?
What should Oliver Perez do to improve his performance?
Get rid of that Abe Lincoln nonsense and grow a stache. (60.0%, 27 Votes)
Accept assignment to the minors. (36.0%, 16 Votes)
Focus on his mechanics during a stint in the bullpen. (2.0%, 1 Votes)
Share a bunk bed with Dan Warthen for the rest of the season. (2.0%, 1 Votes)
How have we missed this for so long? “I’m Keith Hernandez” is a film by Rob Perri and it is, quite simply, magnificent. Rather than fail at doing it justice, I’ll let the film’s official website tell you what you need to know:
Part baseball documentary, part anti drug film, part socio-political satire, I’M KEITH HERNANDEZ utilizes a version of Hernandez life as a vehicle to discuss how male identity is shaped by TV/film, sports, advertising, and pornography.
But it gets better. I took a keen interest in the short film after reading that “as part of this discourse, the physical attribute of the mustache is explored as a symbol of male virility.” Sign me up!
The whole film is available to watch online. It’s embedded right into this post for your convenience. Do yourself a favor and set aside 20 minutes of your day (preferable while you are at work) to watch it. Seriously. It will be the single greatest thing you do all week.
Thanks to friend o’ the stache Derrick Yuen for the heads up.
(Ed. note: The film is SFW, but there is some footage from an adult film that, while properly concealed, probably isn’t your boss’ cup of tea.)
Greetings from the American League, which is like real baseball except instead of every position player taking his turn at the dish, the pitcher gets to send some geriatric out of the WWE to swing in his place.
There's a fog in Northern Queens, and my friend has lost his swing. They'll be winning soon they said; now they've lost themselves instead.
I know it’s been a rough time in Metland. Not only has our facial Sampson not grown a stache, but he even went negative-hair. Cue Wrightslump.
Over here in AL-la land, we have this kid named Zack Greinke. By now you’ve probably heard of him. He pitches for Kansas City. He wishes he was born a shortstop. He’s un-hittable. I’ve heard of hot streaks, but nobody could get so much as an earned run on him in four straight starts. Yet Wednesday night, someone in the American League finally managed to put up a score on this kid. How’d we do it? Ask the Policeman on the Street…
If you're a student of the game or just interested in baseball history, you may have considered testing
your knowledge through online sports betting. Ask yourself,
what would Ty Cobb do?
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May 4, 2009 | 
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