the Last Locker of Turnbow!

Among the ghosts of Ruth, Robinson and Clemente we visited today in the visitor's clubhouse of Wrigley Field was the momentary altar of Derrick Turnbow. Released in actuality, here paused a major league baseball player. In my best case childhood fantasies, Turnbow's career most resembles my own. more to come from the walking tour of Wrigley soon.

Anyone who has ever wondered what it's like to bed Jose Canseco needs to read this. Without a doubt, the finest Canseco related words ever scribbled.

Poop on Grass.

I'm not sure how one Bartolos...

but the Moes write about it with great anticipation here. When I open my restaurant, I'm going to serve BartoLoins.

Moevalanche!

HERE. and here.

Robo Arcade!

The Moes' new feature, where he chronicles the bloody take over attempt of professional baseball by robots and the resistance that stands against them. Things get real interesting when the robots cut off all new HGH in lines and Selig must make a plea to Bary Bonds for use of his secret stash to keep from losing the war. Oops, sorry, it's "ROTO Arcade" and it is his new fantasy baseball advice column.

Moes...

talk tough and tears.

Mo' MOE!

The Moes talk about scary positions.

Moe's new gig...

...but does he want to win so badly he would lead the nation astray?

If this were a real fantasy league ...

I could pick this kid first:

This years Girl...

Spring is Here!

Yahoo goes live on February 15th!!!!!!!!!!!!