(Guys, sorry. Listen, Kirk Gibson is going to KICK MY ASS if he ever sees this, so please keep this on the low, aiiight? I know you guys always do, with the way you infrequently comment on these nonsense posts. I read that lack of feedback as "We love these! Keep 'em coming!" and also "Shhhhhhh! We don't want anyone else to know!" So keep doing that, but for reals this time. And also ... )
(This is freakin' dangerous, man. We're talking about the guy who once flipped his shizz because his teammates put shaving cream in his hat. I AM PLAYING WITH FIRE. ((Don't tell him about THAT post either. Should've never linked to it. No going back now I guess.)) Anyway ... )
I HAS A DODGER?
(I live near Phoenix, so I'm not far, proximity-wise, from Gibby, as he is affectionately known (("The affection is not mutual." - Gibby)), and let me tell you - dude does not mess around. If I were reporting for the D-Backs, I would be too scared to ask him the most basic, generic question lest his brand of monotone disappointment/annoyance make me shudder uncontrollably. A few years ago a reporter asked him why he was managing the game instead of being in Michigan for his son's high school graduation, and he was like,
Sorry. He was like, "You're supposed to graduate." Dang, son! Dang, Kirk Gibson's son! That's enough to make me want to chill out with all the ... )
Pray for me.