Ah, the chocolate-chip cookie. Many a confectionery addiction kicked off the moment an impressionable youngster watched a vulgar blue puppet shovel platefuls of these things into his gaping, vacant mouth-hole. This obsession probably also explains why the Sexy Cookie Monster costume exists. (Related: I'm still…
There has been an ocean's worth of ink spilled about how awful Cardinals fans are, a lot of it from Cardinals fans themselves, inadvertently, and yet something still draws me to watch the team play almost weekly. I'll sometimes even preempt a coinciding Braves game to see the Cardinals grit and honor their way past…
Because spending some all of my evenings clicking aimlessly through Fangraphs and paging through Baseball Prospectus hasn't been nerdy enough, I thought it was high time I injected some Medieval fantasy into my baseball obsession.
"Ew, I wouldn't date him. He's a Sauvignon blanc drinker!"
