Showing posts with label Rick Rhoden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rick Rhoden. Show all posts

June 12, 2013

Cecilio Guante Facts


Cecilio Guante, 1986 Topps

Cecilio Guante discovered genuine happiness in the spring of '84.

This Cecilio Guante baseball card is the most popular Cecilio Guante baseball card, according to me, who has 1,200 copies of this Cecilio Guante baseball card.

The ratio of Cecilio Guante-to-any-other-player in this 1986 Topps set is 17-to-1.

According to Wikipedia, Guante wore a giant G for Guante on his glove.

Here is proof of that statement.


The "G" actually stood for glove, which helped Guante distinguish his baseball glove from his hat and other things like food.

One time Cecilio Guante tried to catch a bat with a shin guard because none of the equipment was properly identified.

"Guante" is Spanish for glove.

Cecilio Guante and Rick Rhoden were traded to the Yankees for Doug Drabek in 1987.

That trade worked out great for the Yankees, as Rhoden would go on to have an illustrious rap career and Cecilio Guante would win the 1990 NL Cy Young Award.

Cecilio Guante is on facebook, but it might not be this Cecilio Guante.

Nope, it is this Cecilio Guante.

Cecilio Guante could not find a profile picture for his facebook page.

You can like Cecilio Guante's facebook page free of charge.

Here is a trivia question about Cecilio Guante:

What is Cecilio Guante's favorite musical band?

I don't know; you'd have to ask him.

Nirvana, maybe.

Or Simon and Garfunkel. Because of that song.

Here is another Cecilio Guante trivia question:


The answer is Cecilio Guante.

Thanks for playing!

April 10, 2013

The Rick Rhoden Rap


Rick Rhoden, 1988 Fleer Superstars

Rhoden comma Rick, ain't slick or dick
In name that is, I'm slick and got a big one
S to the P for the effin' Yankees
You don't know my steez? Please suck on these
Sunflower seeds, yo, get that cheese
Played for mad teams, can't nobody lock me DOWN
Down, keep the ball down
It's what I do, tell your girl my balls drop
Off the plane, yo, insane how I pull that string
Bling underneath this fly windbreaker
That's your girl o'er there? Pfft, think I'm gonna take her
Back to the dugout teach her how I swing
That bat that club, either one that's the thing
Mad versatile, be golfin' on the weekends
Weekdays too, work every five days
Got more cash than a pimp gets paid
Be pimpin too in this pimped out cart
Sitting on chrome 'till my next scheduled start
Unless I get the call to pick up the good wood
First pitcher DH in the AL hood
Run and go tell that playa, it's all good
On the dugout steps getting on my Gatorade
Other SPs drinking mad hateorade
Mad cause I got mad skills to compete
On the links, on the hill, at the club, on the street
Dope mustache just icing on the cake
Your wispy-ass upper lip ain't taking my cake
I rhyme cake with cake, yo, don't give a what
Got better things to do like see what's up
With this nervous ass dude standing in the batter's box
Allergic to my stuff like he's got the chicken pox
Sit your ass down, son, called strike three
At the knees, it's a breeze like a short par-3
Gotta bounce, gotta pounce on this helpless a$$ rook
Rihanna where you at? Bring it in with the hook ...