At Least Somebody Was Having Fun.

I may need to work on reading facial expressions. When I watched Jonathan Van Every pitch in tonight's game, I thought that he looked embarrassed. Turns out I was wrong:

"It's something you can tell your kids about: I pitched in the major leagues. It was cool. I'm glad I got the opportunity but I wished it was under better circumstances."

I am glad that he has a sense of humor though:

"I didn't show them all my stuff. I left some in my back pocket."

I hope that he gets a print of that photo as proof.

Happy Birthday Jonathan!

One year ago I wished Jonathan Papelbon a happy twenty-seventh birthday and embarked on this silly birthday project. Having come full circle, Papelbon turns twenty-eight today. He's an idiot and an odd-duck but I love him dearly. So, here's to a continually healthy shoulder, the safe arrival of the bambinos, and a return to dominance to 2009.

I don't recall where I found the scan from Papelbon's high school yearbook (I did edit out the girl though--seemed like the right thing to do.) Those are quite the duds though.

Also, I just wanted to point out that I didn't forget about Jeff Bailey (he turned thirty on 11/19), I just didn't have anything to say. And since I probably won't bother with Jonathan Van Every, he turns twenty-nine on Thanksgiving. Happy birthday and many happy returns to both of them.