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    <title>My apologies</title>
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    <published>2009-09-01T19:04:07Z</published>
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    <summary>Last night, I put up an interview with Craig Gentry.  It has been made clear to me that the subject matter of that interview was inappropriate for this forum.  And I apologize to anyone who was offended by the posting...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Last night, I put up an interview with Craig Gentry.  It has been made clear to me that the subject matter of that interview was inappropriate for this forum.  And I apologize to anyone who was offended by the posting last night.  It was an error in judgement to 1) make mention of his impending call-up before the team officially announced it and 2) go over the subject matter we did.  I am truly sorry to have misrepresented the Texas Rangers.  My conduct was not in keeping with the behavior the Rangers expect of their players.  I am sorry.<div><br /></div><div>-Beau Vaughan</div>]]>
        
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    <title>Hotlanta</title>
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    <published>2009-08-22T04:20:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-22T06:06:05Z</updated>

    <summary>I&apos;m going to keep this short.  This interview is with Brandon Boggs.   Boggsy is a very easy going guy.  So, he was really cool about the first question I asked.  It wasn&apos;t my question.  And I apologize to anyone...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I'm going to keep this short.  This interview is with Brandon Boggs.   Boggsy is a very easy going guy.  So, he was really cool about the first question I asked.  It wasn't my question.  And I apologize to anyone who is offended by the beginning of the conversation.  It invokes some racial aspects.  You see, Brandon is African American.  I am caucasian.  And Luis Mendoza is Mexican, which he proudly displays when we play with our respective countries in FIFA.  I encourage you to see this as it truly is, playful banter between friends.  This is how some guys are around each other. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, Boggsy.  I gotta throw out the first question.  The first question is not from me.  It's from Mendoza.  We were standing around in the outfield today, and I'm definitely putting his name on this.  Cause I know better, (Boggs laughs) than to get into racial (stuff).  So I'm going to pin this on the Mexican dude.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I gotcha.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: He wanted to know.  Is Popeye's your favorite restaurant?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Uh, no.  Popeye's is not my favorite restaurant.  Contrary to belief, I like Cajun food a lot better.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  So, he just thinks you're black, you're from the south...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Exactly.  Exactly.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  That racist (starts with a 'p' and ends with a nickname for 'Richard')</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  But, you know, he's from Mexico.  All he eats is tacos and rice and beans.  That's all I know.  (And, at this point, Justin Smoak and Tyler Coolbaugh, son of Oklahoma hitting coach Scott Coolbaugh, have stopped eating and are listening intently with their jaws on the table.)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Wow.  (Boggs laughs)  And just for the NAACP's information, my phone number is...  Um, I got a question.  Born in St. Louis, live in Atlanta now.  Okay, I know you like rap, hip hop, all that.  So, I'm asking.  Who do you got?  Nelly in his prime, or T.I.?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  T.I.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Easy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Yeah, that's very easy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Rank it.  Rank the Atlanta guys.  Where does Nelly, where do the midwest rappers fit in?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Uh, I really don't listen to midwest rappers.  It's all basically Atlanta rappers, like Jeezy, T.I.  Uh, obviously YoungBloodz back in the day was my thing.  3-6, they were from Tennessee.  Let's see.  Who else?  Wow, there's a lot of rappers in Atlanta.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  So, you're abandoning your roots in St. Louis, and just saying Nelly was a fluke.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Well, I'm not abandoning my roots, per se.  I was only there for a couple years of my life.  Most of what I know is Atlanta.  That's what I claim where I'm from.  That's what I know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Alright.  Fair enough.  Uh, oh, you're up in the big leagues for a big chunk of the year last year.  You're up there for a while this year.  What pitcher was the one guy you were like, 'Wow, that guy is tough.  He is good.'?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  I thought the toughest pitcher for me was Josh Beckett.  Because he can dominate a game with one pitch.  You know, his sinker.  You know, that's pretty much tough for me.  Because if you know what he's throwing, and he's going to throw it there every time.  And you can't square it up, that's what defines a good... You know, a pitcher that's untouchable.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  How'd you do off him?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Uh, I think I popped up twice.  Yeah, I popped up twice.  It was on his rehab start.  He had just come off the DL.  He was throwing against us.  I think Milton (Bradley) had a hurt hamstring or something.  So I had to fill in.  And then I go out there and try to do my best.  And I think I popped up twice.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Dude, I'm trying to set you up on this.  You got pick somebody else.  Like some other good pitcher.  You're like, 'Oh, he just came off the DL.  He wasn't even 100 percent.  But he dominated me.' (Boggs laughs)  No, pick someone else and be like, 'Oh, how'd you do off him?  Oh, went yard on him twice.  Lit that (female dog) up.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Papelbon, you know, Red Sox closer.  He tries to pump heaters in there to me.  Uh, he gets me two and two.  Tries to sneak one up and away.  And I absolutely lace it into the gap, the other way, for a double.  Scored Marlon Byrd.  I got him in back pocket right now.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  There you go.  I got drafted with him.  I know him.  So suck it, Pap.  (Boggs laughs) I'm just playing.  I'm just playing.  Um, (feces), I have like the worst memory right now.  Uh, what was I going to ask?  Oh, today, the big thing about today is the draft thing, with the deadline to sign picks.  And all that.  My question here is with draft rules, options, outrighting, blah, blah.  Whatever.  Anything on the business side of baseball.  I'm not saying anything's broken or anything like that.  But if you could change one thing about the business of baseball, what would you like to see changed?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  If I could see one thing changed, I'd give less options to people so they can move around a little more.  Three is a little bit too much.  Because, first, you have to make it on the 40-man.  And then, if you're an older player, and you still have three options left, they can basically do whatever they want with you.  So, I mean, if you made it that far, and you're an older player, I think they should only get one or two options.  Like if you make it there when you're young, it's really no problem.  But when you're older, and you're one of those players where it just hasn't clicked yet.  Maybe one year it will, but still, you got three options.  That means it's three more years where you have to either put up even better numbers and force the issue.  Or you do average.  And you get your runs.  You get your home runs and stuff.  And you stay down there.  And they can just pull you up and bring you down 30 times during the year if they want.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  That's good.  I like that.  That's all I got, dude.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>:  Alright, baby.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Take it easy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Personally, I'd like to see the draft done away with all together.  I don't like the fact that American players can only negotiate with one team.  Where international players can negotiate with all of them.  For instance, the system will be greatly flawed if Cuban sensation Aroldis Chapman signs a significant amount more than Stephen Strasburg.  Both of these guys are supposed to be the next big thing.  But Chapman could potentially sign for a lot more than Strasburg did.  The reason?  Chapman can negotiate with all 30 teams, driving up his price.  And Strasburg was being labeled in the media as being an idiot if he passed this up.  It's easy for us to say what we'd do if we were in these guys' shoes.  I don't know.  I just wanted to pass that along.</div><div><br /></div><div>Big, big thank you to Brandon Boggs.  Hands down, one of the best outfielders I've had play behind me.  It's easy for him to get overlooked in the Oklahoma City outfield.  Julio Borbon gets your attention with his speed.  Greg Golson gets your attention with his arm and his speed.  Boggs is no slouch in any of these areas.  But he gets your attention with his hustle and competitiveness.  </div>]]>
        
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    <title>Chip off the ole block</title>
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    <published>2009-08-04T07:05:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-04T09:43:37Z</updated>

    <summary>Okay.  I tried to talk &apos;Pirate&apos; into a little chat.  Didn&apos;t take.  But he was kind enough to take me in as a roommate and chauffeur me around like his kid brother.  And I must say, his couch is more...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Okay.  I tried to talk 'Pirate' into a little chat.  Didn't take.  But he was kind enough to take me in as a roommate and chauffeur me around like his kid brother.  And I must say, his couch is more than comfortable.  You see, sometimes when we move teams, we have to live out of one suitcase with just five shirts for weeks at a time.  So, even if I smell like Robert Downey Jr. circa 1996, I am indebted for the roof he has put over my head.  Therefore, I won't bust his balls for not talking to me on the record.<div><br /></div><div>So, who is there to talk to?  Perhaps someone who has been a member of the Rangers for the vast majority of the season.  Maybe a guy who was recently sent down to Oklahoma City and has been tearing the cover off the ball since.  Ladies and gentlemen, his mother doesn't even call him Chris any more.  His name is Chip Davis.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Setting</span>: Chris and I sit at the desk in Greg Golson and Kevin Richardson's Albuquerque hotel room.  Golson is trying out the new NCAA 2010 on PS3.  And the various college fight songs are chiming throughout the room.  K-Rich is on his computer, doing whatever.  We just got beat by an astronomical amount, which I contributed to.  Ah, thank you.  And, here we go...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, we're recording.  We're recording.  Chip Davis, how'd you get the nickname 'Chip'?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Ohhhh.  Well, last year, when I was in triple A, I have a contract with Rawlings, for gloves.  And I asked them to send me some bats because I'd used a couple of Hank Blalock's when he was rehabbing, a couple weeks before I got called up.  So, I called Rawlings and said, 'Hey, will you send me a couple of,' I don't even know what the model number is, 'bats.'  And they said, 'Yeah.'  Well, they sent 'em to Arlington, thinking that I would've already been there.  Which was a little bit off.  But instead of having 'Chris Davis' on the barrel, they had 'Chip Davis.'  Well, those bats just happened to land in Michael Young's locker, which was probably not the best thing.  He then took them out and had a good laugh with everyone.  And so, when I got called up, they all started calling me 'Chippie.'  And I asked them 'why'?  And they told me that story.  And I was like, 'Oh, OK.  Cool.'  And he's like, 'Come on, dude.  You got a Rawlings contract, and they don't even know you're name?' And I was like, 'Yeah, that'll happen.'  So, that's... that's how it pretty much all started off.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">KR</span>: Oh, Chippie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Oh, oh, Chippie the lip. (K-Rich giggles like a little school girl in the background) (Chip laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I love it.  Um, tell me a story..  Make me laugh.  You told us a story in the locker room tonight.  I'm not going to ask you to repeat that one.  But tell us another story.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Um, I gotta think of a 'G' rated, or at least 'PG' rated...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: It doesn't have to be 'G' or 'PG' rated.  I told you.  Just let it fly.  (Physical act of love)!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Alright, we'll go... (laugh) No, I can't.  Alright, we'll do this one.  Spokane, my first professional season, half a season.  Whatever.  We're playing in Vancouver.  And I was like... I was drafted as a first baseman, and they put me in left field.  Which is probably the worst thing they could have ever done.  Because I am a terrible outfielder.  I played a little bit of right back in the day, like 10-year-old all-stars, you know?  But like never left field, which I think is the hardest position in the outfield to play.  So, we're playing left field in Vancouver, which is just basically like a party every game.  Like, everybody just has a great time.  Like, real good fans.  Like, they're always into the game.  Well, I dropped a crucial fly ball late in the game.  And, they wore me out.  They were chanting '19,' which was my number in Spokane the whole time.  The next day, I walked to the field, or got to the field.  We had a 10 o'clock start, really early.  And I didn't get back from the night before 'til about seven o'clock.  Well, the vans left at seven thirty.  So, I basically showered, grabbed my stuff, and got on the van. Was in no shape to play.  Just completely out of it.  And, our manager walks up to me and is like, 'Are you alright?  Are you feeling OK?'  And I'm like, 'I feel alright.'  He was like, 'Well, you need to suck it up.  Because you're going out there today.'  And he was like, 'I'm not going to let you get off easy.'  And I'm like, 'Alright, here we go.'  So, I go up there first at-bat.  And for some particular reason this day, they felt the need to hit everything to left field.  And I made some catches that I probably shouldn't of made.  But, first at-bat, first pitch, I'm just like (firetruck) it.  I'm just going to swing.  Who cares.  Doesn't matter.  First at-bat, first pitch, tater.  And this is Vancouver, which is not the easiest park to hit a home run in.  Tater to right field.  I'm like, 'Alright, cool.  One for one.'  I'm like good.  Come up next at-bat, I'm like alright, 'Cool.'  See a couple pitches.  Like fourth pitch of the at-bat, tater!  I'm like, 'Oh, (excrement).' Another home run.  Like, I've hit two home runs today.  My day is set.  You know, we're up by, like eight runs.  It's like the fourth of fifth inning.  I'm like, 'We're golden.'  Third at-bat, they bring in this lefty, who has apparently done really well against lefties the whole season.  And I've always hit lefties well.  But this particular day, I was not feeling too confident against this guy.  You know, threw low 90's, good slider.  Good pitcher.  First pitch, change-up, low and away.  Tater to center field.  So, I'm like jogging around the bases.  I'm like, 'This is the greatest day of my life.' Like, I'm three for three with three home runs.  So, I go up there the last at-bat, and everybody's cheering for me.  All the fans are, like, standing up, clapping.  I absolutely drive a pitch to right field.  The right fielder like goes back, puts his arm on the wall, and looks up.  And I'm like, 'Oh my gosh.'  Like four for four with four home runs.  Reaches up and catches it against the wall.  The crowd gave me like a standing ovation.  They gave me like 75 bucks, or a 100 bucks, or something.  Because nobody had done it in like 75 years there.  So, that was one of like, probably one of the craziest games ever.  But, our manager, who will remain nameless, walks up to me after the game, and he's like, 'Don't ever pull that (poop) again.'  Like you know, 'You played a great game.  But don't ever do that again.'  I'm like, 'Alright, (firetruck) it.'  Cool, whatever.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I think... And you know, not to condone any kind of behavior like that, but I think we need to do that more often as baseball players. (A little bit of a contradiction there, granted)  One time, I came to a game.  And our clubbie had a breathalyzer.  I blew a .(make up a number) before the game.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Shoved?!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Came in.  Five pitch save.  Sorry bout it.  How ya doin'?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Well, that's the thing about it, man.  Like the season's so long, you know.  When you play a hundred and what, 42, games... It's day-in day-out.  You know, a grind.  You're gonna have some days where, you know, you just... You go out there, and you're not feeling your best.  You know, sometimes those are your best games.  But it wasn't intentionally like I was going to go out and just be a wreck.  Like not be in any shape to play.  It was just, you know, last night in Vancouver.  We had a good time.  We hung out, whatever.  And, you know, do I encourage that?  Absolutely not because I don't think it's respectful to the game, or to your teammates, or to anybody else.  But, you know, it does happen.  It's a part of it.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Nice save right there.  You're right about that.  Um, alright, this is a little, uh... Cause I know you get asked about it all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Um hmm.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Well, I mean you did when you were with the big club earlier.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Are we going to talk about strikeouts right now?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Kind of.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Alright, whatever.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: What would you like to do to all the reporters that ask you about strikeouts?  Because reporters know the game very well.  Obviously, they've strapped it on.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Absolutely.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And played.  And they know what it's like. (By the way, if you couldn't tell, that was reeking with sarcasm)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Well, it just bothers me because I know they have a job to do.  And I understand that.  And I respect that.  But, at the same time, when you're asking the same questions day-in and day-out, like what are you getting at?  You know what I'm saying?  Well, and it's like, you've asked me the question about, you know, am I worried about setting the strikeout record?  And I've already given you an answer.  Why are you going to ask me a day later when I have two more strikeouts?  Like, obviously, I'm on pace to break a record.  And it's not slowing down.  Like, the answer's not going to change.  And I just don't understand why they're beating a dead horse.  And that's the only thing that frustrates me.  Guys would come in day-in and day-out, and say, 'Are you worried about strikeouts?'  And I would give them the same answer.  'No, I'm not worried about strikeouts.'  You know, I got bigger fish to fry.  You know, an out's an out.  Yeah, I've been striking out.  I get that.  I struck out 161 times last year.  I also hit .310 with 40 jacks.  Like, I don't care how many times I strike out as long as I'm producing.  My big concern was I'm not producing with runners in scoring position or with anybody on.  I mean, I wasn't doing my job.  And that was the biggest thing for me.  That's the only thing that bothers me.  It seems like they ask you the same questions to try to get underneath your skin.  And to be honest with you, I would tell this to a room full of people.  You're not going to get underneath my skin.  You might when I'm frustrated in the middle of a game.  But I will never show it.  And that's just one thing, thank goodness, I've been gifted with.  And it's just not ever going to change.  I been able to always keep my composure as far as speaking since I've played baseball.  That's something that I don't think is ever going to change, and something I think I have good control over.  Now, me saying that... Somebody's probably coming out of the woodwork, you know, trying to get me to lash out.  But I'm not going to take that route.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No, I was going for a completely different thing.  My deal with sports reporters, sports writers, what have you.  It goes back to the old joke.  What do you call a thousand lawyers at the bottom of the sea?  Well, I'm going to substitute sports reporters.  What do you call a thousand sports reporters at the bottom of the sea?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: A thousand sports reporters at the bottom of the sea?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: I got nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: It's a good start.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: There it is.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Hey-O.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, last one.  I'm gonna ask you this.  You're in Arlington this year.  Right?  Now, I'm a closet position player.  Like, if I could give anything to go back to high school or whatever, and the coach asks, 'Hey, who can pitch?'  I wouldn't raise my (firetrucking) hand.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Because, damn it.  I want to play.  Alright.  I wanna hit.  I wanna do all that.  And I know when you connect with the ball.  Like, you make that absolute sweet contact.  Like, the ball feels like it never touches your bat.  And you see that (bodily waste) going out.  I mean, short of a (coitus climax), (number 2) when you really need it, and (number 1) when you really need it...  That is right up there.  I want to know.  Bottom of the ninth, whatever it was.  99 mile-an-hour fastball from Brandon Morrow, up in the zone.  And Chris Davis connects with the walk-off.  Pimps the (excretory) out of it. (Chip laughs) What does that feel like?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Dude, it was awesome because I had been struggling.  But, it was one of those games where it started out really bad.  And I'd had a few games before that where I was hitting the ball hard.  But I wasn't getting anything out of it.  And I'm just like, you know, not trying to focus on any of the results.  Like, worrying about the process.  You know, whatever.  And that game, Felix (Hernandez) is on the mound.  First two at-bats, I think I popped up and struck out.  And I was just like, 'Here we go again.'  Third at-bat, hit a ball to left field.  I'm like, 'Alright, there we go.'  When I hit the ball the other way, hard on a line, I know I'm starting to figure it out.  And things are starting to get better.  And then they brought in Morrow.  And I think there were two on.  It was three to one.  There were two on and two out.  And I just remember I kept looking at Dave Anderson.  He was my manager in '07 in Frisco.  And I kept looking at him, and he was just going like this (moves his hands in a settling motion towards the ground).  And I thought he was telling me to calm down.  But he was saying, 'See the ball down.'  Well, me thinking he was saying calm down, I was just breathing.  And like, I was very loose at the plate.  So, I'm like first pitch, ball up.  Second pitch, ball up.  Third pitch, I think I fouled off.  And I don't remember if it was 2-1, 3-1.  But I just kept telling myself, 'See it up, out over the plate.'  And he threw it.  He threw a fastball up and out over the plate.  And I just remember swinging.  And when I hit it, I'm like, 'Oh, (feces).  I got that.'  And I hit it.  I kind of topped it a little bit.  But it was so high, I was like, 'I got it.'  So I (firetrucking) did my whole bat flip.  You know, look in the dugout like I was pumped up.  And I remember touching first and looking up.  And seeing the ball go in the stands.  And I was just like, 'Oh, (crap).'  It was almost like everything around me just got completely quiet.  And I was just running the bases.  And I remember looking down and hitting second base.  And like, I didn't want to look up at third base.  Because I knew Dave was going to be (firetrucking) like (Chip makes a weird noise I did not understand as a form of celebration).  And I knew I didn't want to look at home because they were all (firetrucking) jumping around.  So I remember looking down at my feet, and I thought to myself.  I was like, 'Holy (excrement). I just hit a (firetrucking) walk-off.'  Like, at home.  You know, I was struggling, so it was big for me.  I touched third, and I looked up at home.  And all these dudes are jumping around.  I'm like, 'Oh, (take a guess).'   And I went to go helmet toss.  Because everybody's like, 'Throw your lid.'  And I ended up throwing the (illegitimate male pup of a female dog) half way to (firetrucking) first base.  And I flipped the (opposite of heaven) out of it.  And jumped up.  And (firetrucking) touched the plate.  Dude, it was awesome.  It always feels good when you nut a ball.  When you just center one and absolutely crush it.  Like, 'Oh, I got that.'  You start trotting around the bases. when the game's on the line and your adrenaline's pumping, it's a joke, dude.  I don't even know how to put it into words.  Just (firetrucking) like, it's one of those things.  Seriously like hitting my first little league home run.  Like, 'Whoa.  This is tight.  I don't know what the (firetruck) to do.'  (Firetruck) it!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That was... awesome.  Alright, I think that's going to do it for the interview.  I think we're going to sit here and watch Golson wreck shop on Florida with U.T.   There goes Golson!  No, he's tackled.  Chipper, thank you, man.  Appreciate it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">CD</span>: Yes, sir.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now, it's time to do a little back-peddling.  I am not adverse to all sports reporters.  Lisa Winston and Jonathan Mayo of MLB.com, who were the ones to put me in charge of this little blog, are solid.  The rest of you, well... You're going to have to win me over.  I'm sure that's towards the top of your priority list.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for the extracurricular activities Chip and I made mention of, that stuff happens when you're young and out on your own in pro ball for the first time.  You think you can party like a rock star.  It doesn't happen often then.  And even less as you get older and realize how much this game means.  But, it does make for interesting stories down the road.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Big thanks to Chip Davis, who will be appearing at a ballpark in Arlington very soon.  Because he's raping triple A pitchers.  Not literally.  That would be illegal, immoral, and just flat out gross.  Besides, I don't think he's into dudes.  But on the mound, you know what I mean.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Another peek at relationships</title>
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    <summary>I am doing this all over again.  Not because I didn&apos;t feel good about the last installment.  But because I personally enjoyed the subject matter of the last installment so much.The really great part about sitting down and talking with...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I am doing this all over again.  Not because I didn't feel good about the last installment.  But because I personally enjoyed the subject matter of the last installment so much.<div><br /></div><div>The really great part about sitting down and talking with my teammates, in this manner, is that I get a glimpse of who they are.  Spending half the year away from home, away from you're friends and family, really forces you to live two separate lives.  To be two completely different people.  At the ballpark, I know the baseball player version of these men.  But, often times, it is a complete mask, a cover for who they really are.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Who am I kidding?  It's just a fun way to get way to personal.  So, this time, I give you a joint interview with Frisco starting pitchers Blake Beavan and Michael Kirkman.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, I'm sitting here with Michael Kirkman, Blake Beavan.  A couple of promising young studs in the Texas Rangers organization.  Um, so this is all about relationships.  This is like part two.  Last time, I interviewed Brennan Garr and his girlfriend.  She was there.  We did a little three-way.  Not in the cool way. (Beavan and Kirkman laugh) But it was good.  But, uh, alright.  So, I got a question.  Because Michael, you're married.  Blake, you're in a long, long-term relationship, and I'm, uh, well, I'm doing my thing. (more laughs)  So I gotta ask you.  What kinds of concessions or compromises do you find yourselves having to make at this point in your relationship as opposed to earlier stages of your relationship?  I mean, now that you're married?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Um, well, you know.  There's not as much going out with the guys, especially at home.  You know, uh.  Tend to spend a lot more time with the wife, especially when she's there.  When she is in town.  You just do a lot less stupid stuff, especially now that I'm married.  Especially when she's there.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And you've been married for how long now?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Uh, about a week.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Nice. (Beavan laughs) Blake, you're a couple years out of high school.  What's changed from having the ole high school sweetheart as opposed to having a serious long-term girlfriend?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Uh, not hanging out with friends as much.  You know, you don't really... Like they say, you find out how many friends you have left after high school.  You know, when everybody goes to college and does their own thing.  And starts their own lives.  And, uh, my buddy, he's the same age as me.  He's twenty, and he just got engaged today.  So, that was pretty shocking news.  And, uh, he's always been the type to have the long-term relationship.  And that's how I've been.  Me and my girlfriend have dated for four years now.  Going on five.  So, you know, that's just...  I made a lot of sacrifices, not hanging out with friends and not doing that kind of stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, the general theme is you don't get to hang out with the guys as much?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Yeah, basically.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And the translation of that is women suck the life out of you. (A nice uproar of laughter, mostly Kirkman)  As a side effect, what kind of benefits are you now seeing?  Having made that commitment to be married, or as you pass through that whole high school sweetheart phase?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Oh, let's see.  I don't know yet. (long pause)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So there aren't really any benefits to being married? (Beavan laughs)  Kind of forced into it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: (laughs) Not yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Blake, do you have anything?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Uh, not having to go out and look for something.  Having something guaranteed that loves me for me.  She knows what I do for a living, and she doesn't care what I do.  She's not all about being in the spotlight.  That kind of thing.  Uh, she loves me for me.  She's always supportive.  You know, she's never been one of those girls that complains about having to wait around four, five, six months out of the year.  You know, we make our own time to see each other.  But, you know, she's just been... She's been great.  She stands by me with whatever and let's me do my own thing when I want to.  And we just seem to have a lot of fun doing that.  And, you know, I still get a lot of time to hang out with my friends.  Just not as much as I used to.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I should point out that we're playing in Frisco.  Which is a whole, what, half hour from Irving, your hometown?  So making time, that must be rough.  You know, the thirty minute car ride.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Yes, we get a lot of time.  So I'm not really worried about making that much time.  I know she wants to see me a lot.  But I like spending time with the guys and doing my job.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, that must be rough. (Beavan laughs) Um, how much now, through the history of your relationships and stuff...  How much has baseball been a complication?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Uh, quite a bit.  But, uh, like Bev was saying, you kind of work through it.  You know, she understands.  She's been with me since I was a junior in high school.  So, she's been with me before I was anybody to when I was getting talked up and all that kind of stuff.  And all the way through the draft.  And all the way up 'til now.  And, forever, so...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Junior in high school?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, you really played the field. (Kirkman and Beavan laugh) Alright?  You know, that's good.  I don't understand it. (Kirkman laughs) I mean, it works for you.  Fantastic.  You know, but...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Nah... it's tough.  You know, having to deal with being away.  Having the whole trust, commitment kind of thing.  Not being insecure about each other and worrying about, you know.  She might be here.  She might be there.  And you know, you get caught up in all that. And then you start getting distracted.  And all that stuff comes into play, which has happened.  But I just try to take a step back and say, 'I'm doing my job.  This is my job.  I can't let anything distract it.'  And, you know, we work things out pretty good to where it's not really a big issue about having to argue about stuff.  And having to knit-pick at each other.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: He's so well trained. (Kirkman laughs) I mean, he's got the whole... This is Nuke LaLoosh right here.  I mean, he's ready for like T.R. Sullivan or something.  Or Jamey Newberg.  Holy cow.  Let it rip.  Don't be afraid to cuss.  I have found interesting ways to get around cuss words.  Let the truth come out.  Holy cow.  I mean, holy (feces). (Beavan laughs) Alright.  Now, there's a big age discrepancy here.  You're (Kirkman) twenty two.  He's a young pup, twenty.  I'm twenty eight.  Now, you're married.  He's... he's on the road.  I'm as single as they come.  Although... Yeah, I'll just leave that with a bit of mystery. (Beavan laughs) Uh, put yourself in my position.  Imagine you're a twenty eight year old ballplayer.  Been toiling in the minor leagues.  How is that going to affect one, your career, and two, your outlook on relationships and stuff?  I know it's tough to imagine.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Because you've been with these girls for so long and stuff.  But, if having that steady girl wasn't such a significant part of your life, would it be easier to focus strictly on baseball?  And saying, 'I don't have a timetable.  Like, what if I'm not in the big leagues by the time I'm twenty five or twenty six?'  Then whatever.  If you didn't have someone there with you, you didn't have someone there to care about you, someone you had to look after, would you maybe carry on your baseball career longer if it didn't work out soon enough?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Um, it's really hard to say.  It's always nice.  You have a bad outing, there's always somebody there who talks to you.  You have a good outing, there's always somebody there to talk to.  And, you know, if I didn't have that, I don't really seeing it being too much different.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I don't think it'd be a distraction.  Um, you know, when I was single for however young I was...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You were twelve.  It's alright.  You can say it.  You were twelve.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I was still doing the baseball thing, leaving every summer.  Not being home all the time.  Doing all kinds of little prospect... like trying to showcase those kind of skills like everyone else did when they were younger.  But I don't think... I think it'd be less of a distraction, if you didn't have someone, honestly.  I mean, you have nothing to worry about.  Nothing to argue with because it's just you.  And you're single, and you're doing your thing.  And you can do whatever you want.  You know, there's no boundaries.  No rules.  Nothing to hold, so... I mean, there's good things, and there's bad things.  With me, having a girlfriend, it's really not that different.  We can still do our own thing and tell each other what we're doing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, you were doing the whole baseball thing from the time you were thirteen, or whatever... Well, unlike you (a type of willow, plural), I played football. (Kirkman laughs) I'm sorry.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I played football too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah, okay.  One year of Pop Warner doesn't count. (Beavan and Kirkman laugh) Speaking of football, it leads me into the next question.  Kirk, you're from Lake City, Florida.  It's right at the junction of I-75 and I-10.  Which is right next to...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Florida Gators.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Gainesville.  You got it, baby.  Bev, you're from Irving.  A couple hours up the road from... Let me hear it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: A couple minutes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: A couple minutes?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Dallas Cowboys.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No, not the Dallas Cowboys.  Jeez.  We just said Florida.  Not the Dallas Cowboys.  I'm saying... Follow me here.  College football.</div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: Oh, U.T.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: There you go, baby.  Now, hypothetical, say the college football national championship comes down to Tim Tebow and the Gators, doing that Gator (physical act of love with an 'ing')  thing. (I imitated the Chomp) Whatever they do. (Beavan and Kirkman laugh) With the arms, you know.  Against Colt McCoy and Texas with that little hang ten, longhorn sign.  How does that game turn out?  How does the 2010 national championship come out?  Is it Tim Tebow or Colt McCoy hoisting the Sears trophy up above their head?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: (no hesitation) Florida's got it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Shocker that he said that. (Beavan laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: But I ain't a Florida fan.  I'm a Florida State fan.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're a Florida State fan?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Yeah, but I am also a Tim Tebow fan.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Tim Tebow fan.  Okay.  I don't really get that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: It's gonna be a tough match.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Bev?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I think it'd be a good game.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Wow.  You know what I'm sensing right here?  He just came right out and said it.  He doesn't even like Florida.  But he comes out and says, 'Florida's gonna win.  Sorry.'  And you're like, 'Well, it's gonna be a tough match-up.'  That's your way of saying they're gonna get their (donkey) kicked. (Beavan and Kirkman laugh)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: No, I mean... Colt McCoy's good.  I'm not all into college football that much.  But, U.T. has always been good enough to hang with a lot of people.  But I know Tim Tebow is a great quarterback.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Well, you know what?  Represent your home state, damn it.  You both go (physical act of love) yourself cause Arizona State is gonna win the (same word with 'ing' again) title.  (Beavan and Kirkman damn near broke my audio recorder with their laughs here)  We're gonna get it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: (still laughing) Arizona State...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: (I laughed) Last question.  What MLB hitter would you most or least like to face?  Right now.  Who do you want to face or not want to face?  And for what reason?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: I want to face Pujols to see if I could get him out once.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, I think that would fit most and least.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: Yeah, most and least.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay, that's good.  You want to challenge yourself.  And at the same time, that guy is dangerous.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MK</span>: (laughs) What can I throw?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Bev?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BB</span>: I'd like to face A-Rod.  I mean, he's a good hitter, but you know.  I'd just like to face him to see if I could get him out like Kirk said.  See how my stuff matches up with one of the greatest big league hitters even though he's had all this stuff on ESPN with steroids.  And all that stuff.  I'd just like to face him and see if I could do any good against him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Good answers.  Pujols and A-Rod.  I would pick like some twenty fifth man on the roster.  I wanna face that dude.  Cause if he ain't cracking the starting line-up every day, I'm gonna get his (donkey) out. (Beavan and Kirkman laugh) You guys swing for the fences.  I love it.  That's really all I got.  Thank you both for doing this.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Blake and Michael were good sports for sitting down with me.  We were playing cards in the hotel room when I sprung this on them out of nowhere.  And now, I won't get to hear any complaints from their significant others on how they suck the life out of their ballplayers.  I was summoned back to Oklahoma City shortly after this interview, and I don't have their phone numbers.  So, if you guys read this, thanks again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alright, this is the end of examining relationships with ballplayers.  Unless I can convince a certain reliever teammate here in Oklahoma City to talk about his wife's pregnancy and expecting a child.  I don't want to call him out.  But his nickname is Pirate.  He's a left-handed side-armer.  And he's been ducking me like a little (female dog).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Three&apos;s Company</title>
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    <published>2009-07-14T20:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-14T22:54:08Z</updated>

    <summary>I am just under my three week deadline which would have triggered a clause to pursue an interview with Mr. Hicks or Mr. Ryan.  Sorry.  But I did move into a new apartment with my Frisco teammate, Brennan Garr.Brennan&apos;s girlfriend,...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[I am just under my three week deadline which would have triggered a clause to pursue an interview with Mr. Hicks or Mr. Ryan.  Sorry.  But I did move into a new apartment with my Frisco teammate, Brennan Garr.<div><br /></div><div>Brennan's girlfriend, Roni Blaylock, came to town a few days ago.  And I thought it would be interesting to explore the difficulties minor league ballplayers face when being involved in a long-distance relationship.  So, I sat them down and interviewed the pair.  It was a long night after a game.  I had a few "adult beverages."  And needless to say, when I played back the interview on my digital audio recorder, it sounded like a conversation between Walter Mathau after a couple Excedrin PM's and comedian Bobcat Goldthwait with a wad of peanut butter in his mouth.  </div><div><br /></div><div>They were pretty cool and allowed me to interview them again.  This is that session.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, Miss Roni Blaylock, Brennan Garr's girlfriend.  No relation to Hank Blalock because you don't spell it the same way.  I need a girl's opinion here.  Are taller men more attractive than shorter men?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Absolutely.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Why?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I don't know why.  I mean, I couldn't ever see myself dating a short guy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, Verne Troyer doesn't do it for you?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I don't know who that is.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Mini-me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: (laughs) No. (Brennan laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No?  Just a cute little guy?  You know?  Chuy?  Chelsea Handler's assistant?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Mmm Mmm. (this would mean no, not like yum)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No?  Wow.  I don't know what it is. (Brennan laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: At least six foot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: At least six foot?  Brennan, what are you measuring at? (Roni laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: At least six foot. (Brennan is listed at 6'2" on the Frisco website)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: At least six foot.  Nice.  Good answer.  Yeah.  Alright.  So, the three of us were talking earlier about, you know, birthdays, Valentine's Day and all this stuff.  Now, Roni's birthday is coming up in November.  You got Valentine's Day in February which you already said you're not going to really do anything for.  Because you're boyfriend of the year. (Brennan laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Cause we blew it out last year.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: He blew it out last year.  You spent two thousand dollars on a purse. (Brennan and Roni laugh) (the purse didn't cost two thousand dollars)  I don't know.  You have... You don't have to tell me.  But do you have any special plans?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs) No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No? (Roni laughs) I notice you're laughing emphatically.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Plans?  You don't plan anything.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Do you ever just dream of doing something like completely unexpected?  I mean, it's perfect.  You have the perfect setup.  She is expecting nothing from you.  Wouldn't it be sweet to just like totally like... do something spectacular for her birthday or Valentine's Day?  And you would earn credit for like five years, or until you dump her again? (Roni and Brennan gasp with a little shock, then laugh) Well, I'm sorry.  He said he dumped you earlier.  And apparently he couldn't stay away.  Can you blame him?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Yeah, I can blame him. (Roni and Brennan laugh)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah, you can blame him?  No.  You're supposed to say, "Well, he has good taste."  What can I say?  Come on.  Something.  Something is brewing in the back of your mind.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I don't know if I said...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Wouldn't you like to do something spectacular?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Yeah, I did.  That's what the purse sitting on the ping-pong table was.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: The purse was it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: It was totally unexpected.  That could last for five years or whatever else you said.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  So, Roni, I'm going to ask you one of the questions I asked before.  You need some time to think about it.  What I mean by before is when we did the first interview where I completely screwed it up and was too (incapacitated) to recall what the hell was said. (Roni laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Are you (incapacitated) now?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No, I'm good.  What is the toughest part of dating a professional baseball player?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: The time apart.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: The time apart?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Living separate lives.  Not being together as much as we'd like to be.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: (long pause) I'm sorry.  I have to wipe the tear from my eye. (Brennan laughs) And going back to our previous interview which no one else knows about, what's the toughest part for him do you think?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I don't know.  Brennan? (Roni laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Brennan, what's the toughest part? (Roni cannot stop laughing)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: What was you answer last time?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I think you answered it for me last time.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Come on.  We all know what you said.  Just word it out so that the three or four people that actually read this junk can get a little laugh.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Brennan will say it's the lack of (coitus).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Brennan, is it the lack of (coitus)?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs) No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: That is tough to go through for six months a year.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: It's alright.  Priests do it.  (Brennan laughs) Yeah, you know.  Yeah, it's possible.  I can't imagine how it's possible.  But it's possible.  (Brennan cannot stop laughing) I'm working on that myself.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I come and visit.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I'm working on that myself, by choice. (Brennan laughs) Not my choice.  Every woman out there's choice. (I think a little pee came out of Brennan right here) Yeah, you know.  It happens.  Okay, we're gonna let people know.  I want a quick little answer.  I just exposed you guys to perhaps the greatest accomplishment in cinematic history.  A movie called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Usual Suspects.</span>  I need your thoughts real quick.  Did I do good?  Did I expose you to a good movie?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Yes, it was good.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: It was good?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Twists.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Twists, yes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Unexpected twists.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: How sexy was Kevin Spacey?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I don't know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I just like to picture him, with that limp hand, stroking my hair on a nice summer day in a meadow.  With the little picnic thing spread out.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Really?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah, I mean come on.  Kevin Spacey in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Usual Suspects</span> didn't scream sex appeal to you?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: No.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No?  Brennan?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs) Not as much as it got you going.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I'm sorry.  He does it for me. (this is all a joke) (i'm not gay) (not that there's anything wrong with that)  We all have our weaknesses.  That's one of mine. (Brennan laughs) Anything else you want to add to...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: What was the question you were going to ask me?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I was asking how did you like the movie?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: Oh.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Evaluate it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: From a woman's standpoint?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yes, a woman's standpoint on a crime thriller that had like one woman in the movie. (Brennan and Roni laugh) Well, how did it rate?  Give it a grade on like a school scale.  Like B, B minus, A plus.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: I'd give it an A minus.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: A minus, wow.  That's... Brennan?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Yeah, I'll give it an A minus too.  I did like it though.  I like those kind of movies that make you think.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That's good.  Well, I appreciate you both for the time. (Brennan mumbles) What's that? (More mumbling) Oh, yeah.  I completely forgot.  (Roni is) from Alaska.  You're from the same hometown as Sarah Palin.  Now, does your house have the same vantage point?  Can you see Russia from your house? (Brennan and Roni laugh)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: No.  Neither can she.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: She can't see it?  So, you're calling her a liar.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: She cannot see Russia from her house.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're calling her a liar!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: She lives on Lake Lucille.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Actually, you're calling Tina Fey a liar. (Brennan laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No? So Tina Fey was right?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RB</span>: You can see Russia from a certain point in Alaska.  It is not in Wasilla.  But we're closer to Russia than we are to the United States.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Oh, so you're keeping an eye on those crazy commies for us, huh?  I'm just kidding.  They're not communist anymore. (Brennan and Roni laugh) They're not communists.  They're fantastic.  I love the borsch. (a little pee came out of Roni this time)  It's phenomenal.  Alright.  Thank you, both.  I appreciate it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I concede the subject matter tailed off towards the end.  But that happens when the interviewer is (incapacitated).  Brennan and Roni were very cool, especially to let me grill them twice.  They've been together for five years.  And I hope they're together for, well, more than five more years.  I have to go.  I have to educate Brennan and take him to a jewelry store.  He doesn't seem to know what an engagement ring is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Where there&apos;s Smoak... there&apos;s baseballs on fire</title>
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    <published>2009-06-26T18:39:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-26T20:14:40Z</updated>

    <summary>Twice now.  This the second time I have taken a three week hiatus.  My apologies once again to you three or four devout readers.  I was all set to make an entry about a week ago, at which point I...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Twice now.  This the second time I have taken a three week hiatus.  My apologies once again to you three or four devout readers.  I was all set to make an entry about a week ago, at which point I was demoted to double A Frisco.  So, the past week has been filled with moving, playing nine games in seven days, getting to know my new teammates, and, most importantly, finding a place to live.<div><br /></div><div>For the last four nights, I have been sleeping on the couch of two of my Frisco teammates, John Bannister and the man whose name appears in the title of this blog entry, Justin Smoak.  That's right, people.  I might have let you down with my extended absence.  But I think this interview should square us.  And it's a long interview.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I got a few questions.  I got like four or five.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Oh (physical act of love).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  My first question comes in multiple parts.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Alright.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  And, um, one, what's it like to be the second best player on your high school team?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: (laughs) Oh, man.  Uh, I mean it was great, I guess.  You know, to be able to play with Matt (Wieters) was awesome.  Because he's so smart about the game, mentally.  And stuff like that.  It was great to play with him.  And he always gave me crap growing up.  He always protected me because he always hit fourth.  And I hit third.  And then, we played in the (Arizona) Fall League together this past year.  And I think one game he hit fourth, and I hit third.  And he said, "Well, it looks like I'm protecting you again."  So that was... he always gave me crap about that, but yeah.  I mean it was great to be able to play with him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I got to face him in the fall league.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Did you?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah.  He didn't want any part of me.  He struck out, looking.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Did he?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah.  </div><div><br /></div><div>(Toot toot goes me on my own horn.  When the hell else am I going to be able to brag about striking out Matt Wieters?)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Geez.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Which brings me to the second part of my question.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Alright.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I want a quick true, false.  Because I have my computer on.  And I'm looking at a website called mattwietersfacts.com.  You heard of it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: True or false? (Smoak laughs)  Matt Wieters ate a french fry today.  France immediately surrendered.  (Smoak laughs again) It's like Chuck Norris facts.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: I don't know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Matt Wieters isn't perfect.  That would grossly underestimate his abilities. (Smoak laughs) True or false?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Uhhhh, true?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  I'm just kidding.  I'm not going to put you through all that.  (Smoak laughs a little harder) Alright, we're going to get off this.  That was just the first...  Who's the better left-handed hitter, you or him?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Oh, man.  It depends, man.  I mean, he's good.  I've always looked up to Matt growing up.  But, I mean, it's... I'd have to say him.  He's in the big leagues.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Dude... be a little cocky here.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: (laughs) I'm not a cocky person.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Come on.  Who's a better right-handed swinger?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Oh, I mean.  I don't know.  I'd have to give one side to him and one side to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, which one are you claiming?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: So, I'll give right-handed to him, and I'll take left-handed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: But you just said he's a better left-handed hitter.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Alright, I'll give left-handed to him and right-handed to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, I'm done busting your chops about that. (Smoak laughs) This is kind of a... (Smoak leans over to look at my notepad which contains the remaining questions I have)  Don't be peaking at my notes.  It's a little quiz, too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: (laughs) I can't read that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Now, I was doing some research.  I saw you are (University of) South Carolina's all-time home run leader, 62. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yep.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Who's record did you break?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Oh (fecal matter).  Hank Small, maybe?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Very good.  How many did he have?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Oh (Spanish translation: it starts with 'm' and ends with 'ierda').  46? 48?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Close enough.  48.  You got it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Alright.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Now, like everything else, I did some research.  And pretty much everything else I got was from Wikipedia.  And, you know, if it's on Wikipedia, it's true.  (Smoak laughs) In your draft preview, Baseball America called you "Gold Glove caliber actions and soft hands" describing your defensive abilities at first.  Now, we were in spring training.  And the only time I saw, you tried to pick a ball.  And you didn't. (Smaok laughs) What do you have to say for that?  Gold Glove, really?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: No, I mean.  I thought I had a good glove until I got here, you know.  I mean, uh, it's something...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Relax.  Relax, dude.  You've got a good glove.  (Smoak laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: (under his breath) Oh, (it's poop, it's poop again).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're a golfer?  Yeah?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're a golfer.  Which way do you swing, right or left-handed?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Right handed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're just naturally right-handed?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Naturally right-handed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Wow.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Naturally right-handed hitter, too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I heard your dad made you learn to hit left-handed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yep.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Wow.  Are there any other switch hitters on the (Frisco) team?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Um...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I can't think off the top of my head.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: I don't think.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, it's just me and you? (Smoak laughs) Seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: (disbelief) You switch hit?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Oh, absolutely.  Yeah, I'm just waiting until we do pitcher's (batting practice).  Show you guys how to take a ball out to right field.  Because no one else on our team can.  I'm just kidding.  It's a freaking graveyard out there.  (Smoak laughs) Alright.  Last question.  Do you hunt?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yeah.  Big hunter.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Uh, first interview I did this year was with Derek Holland.  He said he wanted to go hunting.  I asked do you want to go hunting with... I'm asking you now.  Do you hunt with a bow, a rifle?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: I hunt with a rifle, a shotgun.  I got a bow, but I haven't used it yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Do you ever try... What do you hunt?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: I hunt deer, ducks, doves... Anything living, I would hunt.  Any...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Like another human being?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: No, but any animal that is legal to shoot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Now, I'm going to ask you the same question I asked Holland.  Don't you think it's kind of unfair that you get a weapon?  I mean, wouldn't it be more sport if you had to run them down with a knife?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Some people do that, for hogs.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: They chase down hogs and kill them with a knife?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: They have dogs that chase the hogs.  Get them riled up.  Basically, trap the hogs type thing.  And people go in, and, um, grab the back feet of the hogs.  And cut his throat.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Wow.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yep.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That's pretty insane.  Do you fish at all?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Big fisherman.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Big fisherman?  Now, that would be... the same question applies.  You use a rod, I assume?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Right.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah.  Why don't you just try fishing with a knife? (Smoak laughs) Jump in that water.  Start stabbing.  I'm thinking deep sea fishing.  You bring back a marlin on the end of a knife... I'll be impressed.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yeah, there's no way that's happening.  No shot.  But there are people that noodle for catfish, with their bare hands.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: They catch them with their bare hands?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Yeah.  Catfish swallow their hand whole.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I gotta try that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: They pull them up.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That is interesting.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Watch out for snakes, though.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: If you have one off day here, and you gotta go hunting or fishing.  What are you going to do?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Right now, it's summertime.  I'm going fishing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Going fishing?  Okay, let's say the season didn't matter.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: Season didn't matter?  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Like if you were just sitting there, moderate temperature.  It didn't matter if it was better for hunting or fishing.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: I'm going hunting.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're going hunting.  Alright.  Outstanding.  That's all I got.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">JS</span>: That's all you got?  Well, thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No, thank you.  I appreciate it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Justin was an absolute peach to sit down and talk with me.  Although, I didn't give him much choice considering it was after a night game.  He wanted to watch television, I held the remote, and we were sitting on my "bed".  But, I was fully dressed for this session.  Mostly at Justin's request.  He is an absolute machine at the plate and a vacuum in the field.  And be ready Ranger fans.  You all know he's going to be pushing to crack the lineup sometime soon.  </div><div><br /></div><div>And rest assured.  If I take another three week hiatus, I'm going to fight like crazy to make my next interview with Tom Hicks or Nolan Ryan just to earn a reprieve.  </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>]]>
        
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    <summary>Back again, boys and girls.  And no three week layoff between entries.  So, I&apos;m very proud of that.  For this next installment, I am bringing you one of the most physically talented guys I have played with or against.  He...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Back again, boys and girls.  And no three week layoff between entries.  So, I'm very proud of that.  For this next installment, I am bringing you one of the most physically talented guys I have played with or against.  He runs like a deer, has an arm like Ichiro, and is just one smooth cat.  A native Texan, Greg Golson.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, Gollie.  This off-season you got traded for John Mayberry, Jr.  And we were in Las Vegas like two weeks ago, and we saw him hit his first major league home run for the Phillies.  You haven't hit any home runs with the Rangers yet, have you?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Does that make you feel like a complete failure? (Royce Huffman laughs on the couch)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: (small laugh) No.  Not at all.  I mean how is that going to make me feel like a failure?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Just compared to his success?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: No.  Because he's had success because he got opportunities.  He got to start in a game.   I haven't got to start in a game yet.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You know I'm just messing with you, right?</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Yeah. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Now this next question, it's... I'm not gay, but I stare at you in the shower. (Huffman laughs again)(Golson laughs)  Do you have body fat?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: (laughs) No.  I don't, actually.  I got three percent body fat.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: What is it?  Do you do P90X?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: No, man.  It's just God-given.  I've never been able to put on weight.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Never.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Hypothetical time.  You have all the money in the world, just stupid rich.  You're throwing a party at your house.  And you can have any musical act playing the party.  Who is it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Hmmm.  Probably would be Kanye.  Kanye West, his "Glow in the Dark" tour.  That was the best entertainment, ever.  So I probably want to do that one.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright.  Okay.  Um, I got to point out... Besides baseball, what else did you do in high school?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Basketball, track, and I played trumpet too.  But it wasn't...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: In the high school band?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: No, it wasn't.  But I had to give it up.  I had to give up band for baseball.  But I did like trumpet a lot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  So, what's a better movie in your eyes, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Drumline </span>or <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Major League</span>?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Major League.  Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: It's just, I know you like music.  Next one.  In a movie of your life, The Greg Golson Story, who plays Greg Golson?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: I have no idea.  Uh, I don't know.  I have never heard that question before.  I'd say like, I don't know.  Jamie Foxx, just because he has so many different personalities, you know?  That's how I am.  You know, on our baseball team, I'm this way.  Around my best friends at home, I'm this way.  Around other best friends, I'm a different way.  Everybody.  I'm different. So, I'd say Jamie Foxx just because he can be so many people.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I like to think, you know, back in the day.  I think Tom Hanks would have made a great Greg Golson.  You know?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Yeah, I was thinking that too.  That was the one I was going to go with.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I watch <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Splash</span>.  And I say, "That's Greg Golson."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Um hmmm.  Um hmmm.  Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Two more questions.  Alright.  This one's kind of a serious thing.  It's kind of going to be a little funky at first.  Brandon Boggs is up in the big leagues which leaves you as our lone African American on the team.  (Golson and Huffman with small laughs).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Oh, wow.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Now, I told you this was going to sound kind of funky.  Is there something wrong in that? A roster of 24 guys and only one black dude?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: No.  I mean, the Rangers are going to go after the best possible player.  There's not that many black dudes playing because...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Well, that's what more of what I was leaning towards, the decline in African American players in pro ball.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Yeah.  I mean, I definitely think there's a push to get more blacks in baseball, but, ultimately, it's up to blacks themselves to get into the game.  And granted, it is a more expensive sport to play when you're younger.  Because you gotta have eight other guys that want to play.  You gotta have a glove, ball, bat, cleats.  All that stuff.  Basketball, all you gotta have is a basketball.  Football, you don't really need anything.  But I don't know.  I think they're doing a good job of... I came up with the Phillies.  And you know, they... Last year, their top four picks were black dudes.  I don't know.  I feel like if... Once it gets to point where you don't look at that, I think that's when it won't be a problem.  You know, it shouldn't matter how many blacks are on a team, or how many whatevers on a team.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.(motion to the bat in Golson's hand)  Um, I gotta tell you.  That's a nice piece of lumber you got in your hands right now.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Thanks.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I got to play against you last year when you were in Reading.  And you had a really sweet piece of lumber. (Golson laughs)  What happened to that bat?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: Yeah, actually, I forgot who was pitching.  But I broke it, shattered it.  In the all-star game.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: The Eastern League all-star game.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: The Eastern League all-star game.  It was a pitcher from the Red Sox.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Yeah, I remember that dude.  Good looking guy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">GG</span>: I'm trying to think who it was. I don't know.  He spelled his name weird.  Something... Beo Voggin.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">BV</span>: Thanks, Greg.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For all of you scratching your heads about who this mysterious, yet ruggedly handsome Voggin guy is, it's me.  Yeah, I blew Gollie up inside.  It was a hard one-hopper right back at me.  I sprinted over to first to flip it underhand.  And when I looked up, I saw that I had only beaten Greg by a step.  He's that fast.  He almost beat out a come-backer to the pitcher.  It doesn't really matter that the pitcher was slower than... Well, he's just really slow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Greg Golson was a member of the 2008 World Champion Philadelphia Phillies.  And he received a ridiculous World Series ring.  And he is, by far, one of the nicest and coolest dudes on the Oklahoma City Redhawks.  </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Married with children</title>
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    <published>2009-05-28T04:25:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T05:34:49Z</updated>

    <summary>Hi, kids.  I&apos;m back after a lengthy hiatus.  But I am feeling pretty good as it appears the magic might be back.  My last interview subject, Daniel Bard, found his way to the bigs shortly after our little chat.  I&apos;m...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Hi, kids.  I'm back after a lengthy hiatus.  But I am feeling pretty good as it appears the magic might be back.  My last interview subject, Daniel Bard, found his way to the bigs shortly after our little chat.  I'm real proud of him.  He's my special boy.<div><br /></div><div>Now, a new subject.  I am once again targeting teammates.  And this guy is a genuinely good dude.  Happily married.  Father of two beautiful kids.  He is the person who coordinates with the pastor for chapel on Sundays in our clubhouse.  Or so I hear.  And also the Oklahoma Redhawks' most effective relief pitcher thus far.  Mr. Brian Gordon.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay, Brian Gordon.  The thing that baffles me the most in this world is the life of a married man.  What is the compromise when you and the misses are sitting on the couch, and there are two separate shows that the two of you want to watch?  How does that work?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I once heard someone say... It's a quote from a movie.  "Happy wife, happy life."</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Of course, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Heartbreak Kid.  </span>But please elaborate.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Being that I get to play at the yard all day, I feel like she deserves to watch what she wants.  She's a hard working mom with our two kids.  And a single mom half the time.  So she gets to watch what she wants.  And gets a foot rub.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, you're not sick of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives</span> yet?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: At one point, yes, I was.  But as ballplayers, we have that schedule we have.  It interrupts.  So, it's been a while since we've seen <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives</span>.  But I should be able to make a tiramisu.  What is that?  A cake?  Because we are stuck watching The Food Channel a bunch.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay, so if not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Desperate Housewives, </span>The Food Channel, whatever.  What TV shows have you had to sacrifice?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I think the only shows that have been sacrificed are sports-talk shows on ESPN.  Lucky for me, she can sit and watch a ball game if it's on.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  You were a hitter up until 2007.  Have to ask.  Hitting a nasty slider down and away, or throwing a 2-0 off-speed pitch for a strike.  What's tougher?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: By far, hitting a nasty slider down and away.  I could start off by saying that I'm pitching now.  So that just sums up my ability to hit a down and away slider.  After ten years, I'm now a pitcher.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: One more baseball question.  Last one, guaranteed.  Brian Gordon, the hitter, versus Brian Gordon, the pitcher.  What happens?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I don't throw the hitter a fastball because that's all I would look for.  All I do is flip up curveballs.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: What does Brian Gordon, the hitter, do with those curveballs?  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Swings at two, maybe three of them.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And the outcome of the swings?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Hard and violent.  I will get my money's worth.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: But do you connect?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I don't think I connect.  My curveball is 68 miles per hour.  I don't think I could stay back as a hitter.  There are many that can.  But I don't think I could.  I'm too geeked up to hit.  It doesn't make for a good off-speed hitter.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Fair enough.  Personally, I like to think I light myself up.  I'm getting off track.  Okay.  You're a couple years older than me.  I've got my ten year high school reunion coming up in October.  Did you go to yours?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I did not go to mine.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Why not?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I still hang around most of my friends from then.  And it was during baseball season.  Maybe the big 2-0.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I'm sorry for your loss.  I'm going to party like it's 1999.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">  </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Why?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Because that was my senior year.  Speaking of getting older.  You have a son and a daughter.  Focusing mainly on your son, and I talked to you about this earlier.  When do you plan on tying your son's right arm behind his back?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (small laugh) It's probably something I should do.  But, uh, being that his mom and dad are just average size people, I'm going to let him decide.  If baseball is his passion, I'd love to teach him.  But we'll see.  His mom's left-handed.  I think.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You think?  How long have you been married?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: We've been married five years.  Hold on.  Let me think.  Don't put that in.</div><div><br /></div><div>(It's fair to tell you at this point that my digital voice recorder crapped out on me, and I had to write all this and talk at the same time.  Just trying to give you the sense of desperation Brian was feeling at this point as my hand moved franticly about the page.)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughing) And I think I've seen her throw a ball five times.  And she says, "I think I used to be left-handed." (more laughing) You're going to get my (hoofed mammal of the genus Equus, or donkey) kicked.</div><div><br /></div><div>(And now a moment of reflection as I pat myself on the back for getting Brian to say a word which needed censoring.)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Last question.  We talk movies in the bullpen.  We're both kids of the 80's.  What's your favorite 80's movie and favorite 80's song?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Hmmm.  Uh, I think 80's movie... Gosh, this is so hard because there are so many. (long pause, as in a good 20 seconds)  I was a huge fan of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Gleaming the Cube </span>with Christian Slater.  But at the same time... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Weird Science</span>.  Might be the top two for me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And the song?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Favorite 80's song... (20 more seconds of suspense).  Again, so many.  What's your favorite?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Song or movie?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Favorite song.  Because I need help.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Definitely... Woo.  This is tough.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: The interview has shifted.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay. Bananarama, "Cruel Summer" off <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Karate Kid</span> soundtrack.  Kinda girly, but I like it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: But not your favorite?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Definitely my favorite because it makes me think of Elizabeth Shue in her prime.  And she was hot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: Ooh.  <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Commando</span>, my favorite action movie.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  But which song?  We talk about this all the time in the bullpen.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: I know.  But there's not just one.  There's so many I enjoy.  They just put me in a jolly mood, all of them.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  It's late.  I'm feeling woozy.  So your constant talking and my lack of a voice recorder is going to make all of this impossible to read because my handwriting is terrible right now.  SONG.  NOW.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs) Oh, man.  I guess, uh, ... What was it?  Bon Jovi, "Wanted Dead or Alive" maybe.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Fantastic.  Excellent choice.  You got me hot just thinking about it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Thank you, Brian.  And I only hope I'm as sexy as you when I decide to ruin my life with marriage.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BG</span>: (laughs) No comment.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Brian is a fantastic sport, a good husband and father, a very good pitcher, and one hell of a model American.  He made his major league debut last year with the Rangers.  And I'm thinking he will be making his encore any day now.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I gotta go.  <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Get Smart</span> is on HBO.  Anne Hathaway.  Yeah, buddy.  </div>]]>
        
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    <title>Mixing it up</title>
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    <published>2009-05-07T16:34:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-07T17:38:51Z</updated>

    <summary>Okay.  I have a problem.  Now, while Derek Holland&apos;s good fortunes were realized immediately after sitting down to talk with me, my more recent subjects have not been as lucky.  Thomas Diamond is currently on the disabled list.  Royce Huffman...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[Okay.  I have a problem.  Now, while Derek Holland's good fortunes were realized immediately after sitting down to talk with me, my more recent subjects have not been as lucky.  Thomas Diamond is currently on the disabled list.  Royce Huffman saw a slight dip in his batting average shortly after speaking with me.  He has thankfully seen it rise back to where it was before the interview.  And in a recent interview I gave Bob Hersom, I hinted that I might like to get Derrick Turnbow to sit down for one of these.  And as Bob pointed out in that piece, Turnbow was granted his release the next day.  <div><br /></div><div>So, something has to change.  Something to counter our mini-Redhawk curse.  I know when I first started doing this I said I would try and feature the players from the number one rated minor league system, according to Baseball America.  But I can't afford to potentially jinx my teammates.  So who can I talk to?  It has to be someone who is very good.  Someone this jinx will not apply to.  Then it hit me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I give you an ex-teammate of mine.  Houston-born, former North Carolina Tar Heel, current Boston Red Sox farmhand, and a missing member of Jon Heder's family, Daniel Bard.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV: </span>We'll get right into it.  Bardo, you and I made a mock public service announcement last year in Portland, Maine.  Can you tell people what the subject of that was?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB: </span>I believe it was about equestrian-related DUI's in the greater Portland area, and how it was a rising problem.  I don't quite remember everything about it it.  We made some warnings and said what the punishments were.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Can you remember what the warnings were?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: I can't remember exactly what the warnings were.  I remember the punishment was... I think it was like 30 days probation and up to a $100,000 fine. (laughs)  Something along those lines.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  That's good enough.  My second question is a baseball question.  One of my new teammates, Neftali Feliz, throws a hundred miles per hour.  You get it up to a hundred miles per hour.  And the common thread between you two is that you both do it so effortlessly.  Now, I tend to look like a steroid addict having a seizure just trying to get 90.  How do you make it look so easy?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: What is my secret?  I'd have to say Mountain Dew.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That's your secret?  You're all jacked up on Mountain Dew?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: (laughs) I don't know if there is any scientific data linking Mountain Dew to peformance... No.  It's just hard work in the gym.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Ah, the gym.  I guess that would be the reason for the differences in our velocities.  Alright, dude.  I have to ask this question because I watched so much <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Baseball Tonight</span> during spring training.  What is it like to have Peter Gammons (doing a Tarzan from your organs most directly responsible for reproduction)?  Does it get uncomfortable when you're sleeping at night and you roll over on him?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: (laughs, for a while) I don't even know if there is a good response to this.  I guess he's so  small that I don't feel him there.  (laughs, for a while longer)  I don't even know what to say. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You okay?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: (laughing winding down) Yeah, I'm good.  That reminds me.  Have you seen Gammons' new commercial?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: It's like a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Baseball Tonight</span> commercial.  It shows how he gets all of his information from around the league by using pigeons.  Yeah, they're all bringing him notes.  (pause) So, to answer your question, no.  It doesn't get uncomfortable.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Who's that in the background (of your phone)?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: It's just (Michael) Bow(den).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Oh, put him on.  I have to ask him a question.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MB</span>: Yo, Beau.  What up, dude?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Not much, Bow.  Hey, listen.  I have to ask a question.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MB</span>: Okay.  Shoot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: How much big league time do you have?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MB</span>: I have two days which have resulted in about nine and a half hours.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That's about nine and a half more hours than Bard.  Where's Peter Gammons' love for you?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MB</span>: Well, he throw triple digits, dude.  If I was Peter Gammons, I'd be all over him too.  In fact, we're going to have to start charging Peter rent.  We already have Chris George on our couch.  And every time Bard gets out of the shower, Peter's right there. (laughs)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: (laughing) Fantastic.  I love talking to you, Bow.  Hand me back to Bard.  Good luck the rest of the season.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MB</span>: Later, dude.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: We might be taking this Peter Gammons thing too far.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You might be right.  Last question.  If you met Jon Heder, a.k.a. Napoleon Dynamite, would the universe implode?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: My answer to that is... Did you know Napoleon Dynamite has an identical twin?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I did know that.  I watch the E! channel all the time.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: So you know I'm not him.  I often get mistaken.  And it would probably fly.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  But what would happen if you two met?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: Oh.  The way it would go down.  He would walk in.  We'd lock eyes.  And then probably have a staring contest for about thirty to forty minutes.  I am looking forward to that day.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Outstanding.  Thanks a lot, Bardo.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DB</span>: No problem, dude.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I know the majority of you who read this, 2, are Rangers fans.  I had to break the jinx.  So, I figured if I interviewed anyone outside of the system, it should be someone you may have heard of.  And I apologize to Peter Gammons for making him seem like the "Geico" cash outside of Bard's and Bowden's apartment.  Take care, all.</div>]]>
        
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    <title>Supersexy</title>
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    <published>2009-04-28T05:37:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T07:07:27Z</updated>

    <summary>First thing&apos;s first.  I want to apologize to both of you who read last week&apos;s post.  There were a couple instances of improper vocabulary usage in the interview.  I realize this is a family friendly site.  And I will do...</summary>
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        <name>Beau Vaughan</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[First thing's first.  I want to apologize to both of you who read last week's post.  There were a couple instances of improper vocabulary usage in the interview.  I realize this is a family friendly site.  And I will do a better job of concealing what I call "potty" words.  So, without detracting from the tone and accuracy of my interviews from here forth, I will just use parenthesis and a slight description so that these "potty" words won't be read by the kids.  And if your kids can read, what the heck are they doing reading this?  Get those baby geniuses reading something that will help them in school, thus alleviating Mommy and Daddy's contribution to Junior's college fund via scholarship money.  <div><br /></div><div>So, with that said, I give you Oklahoma City's most seasoned triple A veteran, Royce Huffman.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Royce, first question.  You have a shirt you sometimes wear under your jersey for home games.  What does that shirt say on it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Supersexy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You think that's fitting?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Well, it started out...  I hadn't even seen that shirt until after spring training.  And I remember telling myself in spring training, "I want to feel sexy in the (batter's) box."  You know.  I just want to feel sexy up at the plate.  And sure enough, I go to Fort Worth.  My parents have a place there, and (Royce's brother) Chad left some stuff there.  And I saw this shirt of his that said, "Supersexy."  It was blue and red, kind of matches our team.  But I wore it for the first three games and got no knocks.  So I scrapped it real quick.  It's hanging back in my locker in Oklahoma City.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, that will exclusively be for the misses now?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Yeah.  Yeah.  I'm actually gonna give it back to my brother.  It's definitely got no knocks in it.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Nice of you to do that to your brother.  Give him his shirt with no knocks back.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>:  Yeah, you know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Speaking of your brother, my second question.  Kind of a hypothetical because I know he plays for the Portland Beavers in the PCL.  I gotta ask you.  It's a situation.  Let's say he does something on the field, and it angers me when I'm on the mound.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Do I have your back or his back?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: If I hit him and he charges, who are you helping beating the crap out of whom?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: That's a tough one.  Knowing Chad, if you do hit him, he won't charge.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Let's say he does.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Okay, if he does charge, I'm gonna have to get in the middle and break it up.  Because I'm definitely not going to throw any blows at my teammates or my brother.  So, I'm going to have to play peacemaker on that one.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You're such a (another word for cat, or a type of willow).</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: (laughs) I know.  I mean, what do you want me to do?  Clock my brother or clock my teammate?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: That's what I want to know.  I'm trying to get to the root of this interview.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Ah, (vulgar term for the physical act of love).  I don't know.  I really don't know.  It depends on who hits him.  If you hit him, you know... he's, uh,  I don't know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So, if I hit him with my side-arm 86 miles per hour in the butt...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: He's got a big (another term for donkey).  Yeah, he's got a huge (donkey word).  It will not get to the muscle.  (laughs, hysterically)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Okay.  Awesome.  People might not know you played college football at TCU.  And you have a former teammate at TCU who has made a pretty good career for himself in the NFL.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: He has done well.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Tell me about Aaron Schobel.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: (surprised) Aaron Schobel.  I like that.  You know what?  I'm so glad you said that said that instead of L.T. (LaDanian Tomlinson)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: (kidding) Who's L.T.?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Exactly.  You know what's so funny.  Aaron and I are pretty good friends.  His brother, Matt, married my cousin.  So, we're pretty close.  I can say I have played with two pro-bowlers.  But Aaron Schobel is awesome.  He's a great pass rusher off the edge.  He's got a lot of speed, and he's really got a nose for the ball.  He's a guy... When he was a freshman, we had our lockers right next to each other cause I was number 12.  And he was number 14.  So we would talk (synonym for feces) back and forth all the time.  He was like the worst practice player ever.  He was the laziest, laziest guy you'll ever meet.  At least he was when I was going to TCU.  He never wanted to work out.  Never wanted to practice.  But for some reason, when the lights flipped on, he was around the ball every play.  And he's a great dude. He deserves everything he's gotten.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: You really thought I was going to ask you about L.T.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Because everybody talks about L.T.  You know, I made L.T. a lot of money.  I really did. I was the slot receiver.  We ran the option a lot.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Cracking back on those (line)backers.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>:  Cracking back on option.  For me, they out-weighed me by thirty pounds.  So for me to hold a block on an outside backer for more than a split second was a task.  </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: So all those guys whose ankles he was breaking on highlight reels were guys you missed blocks on.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Exactly.  He would never have had to show the scouts he was so good at yards after contact or making guys miss in the backfield and getting positive yards if it wasn't for me.  So he can thank me for being a bad blocker.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Alright, last one.  I don't know if you know this.  But there's a very famous musician who shares your birthday.  Michael Bolton.  I love him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: (amazed) Really?  Are you serious?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I am a Michael Bolton fan.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Is this an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Office Space</span> question?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I'm just messing with you.  You don't really have the same birthday as Michael Bolton.  You do actually share your birthday with Mary J. Blige.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: Really?  Cause here's the deal.  I always watch <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Entertainment Tonight</span> to see whose got my birthday.  And there's somebody.  But it's some scrub, so I don't really think about it.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Wow.  You're calling Mary J. a scrub.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: (emphatic) No.  No.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I hope she is one of the dozen people who actually reads this blog.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: I did not know that Mary J. Blige was January 11.  And now I do.  Mary J. Blige.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: Isn't your life fuller now that you know that?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: It is.  It is.  What's that song she sings?  The, um... (the afore mentioned term for the physical act of love).  What's that song she sings?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: I don't know.  I'm a Michael Bolton fan.  I don't know what the hell Mary J. Blige sings.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: (laughs) Michael Bolton.  I love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Office Space</span>.  Because that no talent (donkey term)-clown has my name.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>: And that's a good note to end on.  Thanks, Royce.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">RH</span>: No problem, man.  Anytime.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Royce Huffman is an awesome dude.  He signed in 1999 with the Houston Astros and is anxiously awaiting his major league debut.  He is definitely a guy who you want behind you as a pitcher.  So, if you're a minor league fan looking for a good guy to pull for, root for me.  Royce is good too.  But I'm going to be selfish and throw my name in the hat.  </div>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Late Nights</title>
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    <published>2009-04-20T19:34:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-20T20:32:23Z</updated>

    <summary>I&apos;m a little tired, as you will see in my most recent interview.  So forgive me for making this intro a little short.  We&apos;ll just get to the meat and potatoes.  I never know if I am spelling that word...</summary>
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        <name>Beau Vaughan</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[I'm a little tired, as you will see in my most recent interview.  So forgive me for making this intro a little short.  We'll just get to the meat and potatoes.  I never know if I am spelling that word right.  Thank you, Dan Quayle, for screwing up my spelling forever.  I can't remember.  It doesn't matter.  I'm sure the good people at MLBlogs will clean this all up once I'm finished and eliminate these sentences of drivel.  Anyhoo, I give you 2004 first round draft pick, 10th overall, my former college teammate, Thomas Diamond.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Alright, Tommy.  This isn't going to take that long because I'm a little hung over from last night.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Sweet.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Yeah.  Good times.  (explitive), what was I going to ask you?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  (laughs) I'm not hung over.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Yeah, I know.  Uh, first question, what was the motive behind naming your son Colt?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  We thought it was a cool name, my wife and I.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You do realize that you need to have two more boys, and you know what you need to name them, right?  Rocky and Tum-Tum.  You gotta have all 3 Ninjas, right?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  (laughs) Maybe.  I gotta run that past...  If we have another boy, we've already got another name picked out.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  What's that one?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Jax.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Oh that's...  I remember you telling me that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  My linebacker.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Nice.  Here's the serious question.  Becoming a father, having your son, how has that changed your outlook on your baseball career?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Definitely, it puts everything in perspective.  For a while it was just me, and all I had was baseball.  Now I need to strap it on, go out there, and get better every day.  Try to put food on the table for three people.  If I don't do that, then I have to find something else to do to feed him. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Responsibility.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Definitely.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  It's a bitch.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  (laughs)  If you don't have any clue, it will kick your *** pretty good.  But the good thing is you get nine months to prepare.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  There you go.  Besides, it's not like you had to do any of the hard work.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  No.  I did nothing.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Uh, I got a hypothetical for you.  A situation we have to jump in a time machine to travel back to.  If you were to get in a fight with Nolan Ryan, how would you go about attacking him?  For instance, you're Robin Ventura.  What would be your plan of attack?  Because I don't really think his worked too well.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  No.  My plan of attack would definitely not be to put my head underneath his arm like Robin did.  But, uh, I mean I would have to go straight out of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Semi-Pro</span> and go crazy fists.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  I thought crazy fists was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Talladega Nights</span>.  Wasn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Coming at you, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Semi-Pro</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You're right.  He was doing the windmill in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Talladega</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  He comes at the bear, crazy fists.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  That's right.  Spumoni.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Spumoni would have to be my safe word.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Nice.  Uh, you do realize this is very good luck because Derek gave the first interview with me.  And then went straight to the big leagues.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  I do know that.  But I'm also thinking about changing road roomies because he was you're roomy on the road.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  That might not be a bad idea.  I need someone responsible to wake me up after the crazy nights on the road.  Thanks, Tommy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">TD</span>:  Alright, bro.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the last interview, I said look for Derek Holland in the big leagues within the next year.  And look how long it took.  So, with that in mind, Thomas will be at the major league all-star game in July.  That's right.  Rookie of the year, too.  And a Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson-like transition into film where Thomas will do all his own stunts.  I was going to say Brian Bosworth.  You know, being in Oklahoma and all right now.  But I don't think Columbia has greenlit <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Stone Cold 2 </span>just yet.  I've heard good things though.  It's in the works.  Peace, everybody.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>]]>
        
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    <title>Out of the gates</title>
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    <published>2009-04-14T06:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-14T06:46:54Z</updated>

    <summary>Hi.  I&apos;m Beau.  Okay.  Formalities out of the way.  Just so you know, this isn&apos;t a normal blog.  I&apos;m not going to talk about myself, my career, or my experiences in detail.  I figure, I am apart of the number...</summary>
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        <name>Beau Vaughan</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[Hi.  I'm Beau.  Okay.  Formalities out of the way.  Just so you know, this isn't a normal blog.  I'm not going to talk about myself, my career, or my experiences in detail.  I figure, I am apart of the number 1 minor league organization in all of baseball, according to Baseball America.  So, with this plethora (big word) of talent surrounding me at the triple A level, why not give you, the reader, something you'll be interested in reading.  Because, if you're reading this, you fall into one of two categories.  Either you are a big Rangers fan, or you're related to me.  The latter, you know me, Mom, Dad.  It is my goal to bring my talented teammates to the forefront by asking them questions most journalists don't think to ask.  Or they don't ask because they are ridiculous questions in the first place.  Anyhoo, without further delay, I give you the amazing kisser, the talented, the handsome southpaw, Derek Holland.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  First off, have you ever had anybody interview you just wearing their underwear?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  No.  I can't say I've actually had somebody interview me just wearing underwear.  It's a pleasure having you for a roommate.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Why, thank you.  Uh, the other night, you and I compared our iTunes folders for the lamest song.  Which song was determined the lamest?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  It happened to be me.  It was definitely Hanson's "Mmm Bop".</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  How did that song get on to your computer?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  I use it to annoy people when I play xBox.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Nice.  I read on a previous interview that you gave that you want to go hunting.  What do you want to hunt?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  I would like to hunt anything, such as a deer, birds, ducks.  Any of that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You want to shoot them with a gun?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  Yes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You don't get any thrill of chasing them down with a knife?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  There's no possible way I'd catch a deer.  A deer would kick my butt.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Okay.  Uh...Oh, if you could be any U.S. president for a day, who would you be?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  Bill Clinton.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Why?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  Because he's the man.  He's a good role model.  Him, or George W. Bush.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You're kind of straddling the fence between a liberal and a conservative.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  I know.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  You realize we play in Oklahoma and for Texas.  Unless I'm mistaken, those are both pretty red states.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  That's fine.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Now, the one baseball related question.  You and Neftali (Feliz).  He steps in the batter's box against you.  You step in against him.  Who has a better shot of getting a hit?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  Well, if he hits me...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  We're not talking about hitting each other.  Who's got the better odds of getting a hit?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  I'd probably say...  I'm gonna go me.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Wow.  Throwing it out there?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  Yeah.  I'm gonna say I have a better chance of getting a hit off him.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  I'm going to make sure to transcribe this to Spanish so he gets the message.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  I'd appreciate that.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  And lastly, I have to ask this.  What is the nickname our Redhawk teammates affectionately refer to you as?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  To be honest, I don't know.  (Laughs)  But I think it's Wonderboy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Does that bother you at all?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  No.  It's funny.  I actually think it's funny.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">BV</span>:  Any shot you walk out to the mound to Tenacious D's "Wonderboy"?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DH</span>:  You know, it's crossing my mind now.  I actually think that's what I'm going to do when I get back (to Oklahoma City).  </div><div><br /></div><div>Derek Holland was a wonderful interview and is a great pitcher.  Look for him in Arlington in the next year or so.  As for me, I just hope my exceptional journalism skills from the years I spent on my high school paper shine through.  </div><div><br /></div><div>If you have any thoughts or feedback, leave a comment or something.  I could use the help.  </div>]]>
        
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