Thursday ThumbTubes and YouNails

More professional sports bloggers will likely offer the tagline "there's nothing going on today." I say screw those no-talent ass clowns. There's plenty happening out there, says the guy with no job, no car, a seven-of-seven (stupid Saturday blackout rule) track record of catching televised Royals games, and an affinity for the Stanley Cup playoffs. For those that don't fall into any many of those categories, however, there's a few tidbits of entertainment, a mere click of the mouse away. Have a look.


Well, I'd better start with a quick hockey clip, especially after the Penguins came out and absolutely owned the Senators last night. That and Gatorade paid us 50 large to roll this clip.



The Royals, amidst a raindrop or two, took the home-opening series against the Yankees last night. Former Royal David Cone was in da' boof for YES, and he, uh, had an interesting way of describing the last-minute pitching change.



(courtesy of Bugs and Cranks)

Speaking of the Royals, this kid can hit. And eat. And barely drink legally.



Speaking of hitting, so can this kid. But, uh, look out there, young hurler.



(courtesy of The Big Lead)

Some skippers are sold on the idea of small ball these days. If yours is one of those managers, and he asks you to bunt, here's how not to do it:



And while we're on the subject of baseball...



From Jedi Baseball to Star Wars/Muppet beatbox...



I guess that flute/beatbox dude has a CD out now. That's cool. He's comfortable with who he is. Matter of fact, so are we. Actually, we're more comfortable with who we're not. In case it hasn't been made clear, We Are Not Marshall.



Please, number 15, go a-fucking way, and die a more miserable death than this guy's character in this movie. I'm begging you.

In less obnoxious and not-yet-beat-to-death-with-a-horse-whip news,



this guy was gracious enough to conduct an interview with A.J. Daulerio, and it's a pretty darn phenomenal read.

And yes, as Seven indicated earlier, the Masters started today.



I guess I fall in the not-a-golf-guy category, but I mean, if you get married and or pay my green fees, pay for the cart and the beer, I'm your partner. Guaranteed. By the way, since when did this prestigious course/tourney start letting black guys play? I hate feeling out of the loop.

(courtesy of With Leather)