ESPN's Rick Reilly is Cramping My Style

Ok so I don't want to toot my own horn here too much, but seriously Reilly... Pat Venditte?! Dude I was all over that EXACTLY three years and one day ago, when my ambidextrous boy Pat was still in college. Here's me on 5/5/2006...

I always wondered about this. I knew there wasn't any active switch-pitcher in the major-leagues, but I was curious as to whether or not it would be possible and also whether or not it would be in accordance with the rule book. Although Division I baseball doesn't necessarily follow the same rules as the MLB, I'm still happy to have learned that there is such a thing as a switch-pitcher.

"Pat Venditte Jr., isn't your ordinary college pitcher. He's the only active switch-pitcher in NCAA Division I. Venditte employs his ambidextrous abilities as a reliever for Creighton University. In a game last week against Kansas, Venditte retired six batters, three right-handed and three left-handed, and he recorded a strikeout with each arm. Through Wednesday, Venditte had a 2.51 ERA in 46 2/3 innings. " [via MLB.com]

...and here's Reilly on 5/6/2009...

His name is Pat Venditte, he's 23, and he's pro baseball's only ambidextrous pitcher. This living piece of history is more than a YouTube star; he's throwing almost daily for the Charleston RiverDogs, the Yankees' Single-A club. And he's not just throwing: He's blowing through hitters like a Cub Scout through Skittles. At one point in April, the closer's ERA was 0.00 in 6 1/3 innings, and he hadn't blown a save in five games. [via ESPN.com]

...so, ESPN, why aren't I working for you yet? In case you're still curious, here's a video from the CBS Youtube Channel:


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The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 13

If you added up all the junk food I've bought in my life, I could probably afford to get liposuction. Damn.

Mama Chamberlain: Meth Slinger (allegedly)

Oh this is just too good to be true. According to TMZ, Joba Chamberlain's mom was arrested for attempting to sell methamphetamine to an undercover cop. Ha! Is the Chamberlain family the new Lohan family?

via TMZ.com
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Balsamic Marinated Chicken with Spinach and Ricotta Pasta

I made this for dinner tonight, and it was really good so I think you should try it. (P.S. I never measure anything when I'm cooking! These measurements are really estimates, and you can do everything to taste anyway.)

Balsamic Marinated Chicken with Spinach and Ricotta Pasta

What you'll need:
-1 pound white meat chicken (I used tenderloin strips, which amounted to about 8 strips, cut into 1/2 inch pieces)
-Balsamic wine vinaigrette (see below)
-1/2 white onion, chopped
-1/2 green pepper, chopped
-3 cloves of garlic, minced
-2 tablespoons butter
-2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil (separated)
-1 box dried ziti
-2 cups fresh spinach leaves
-1 ball (80z) fresh mozzarella, chopped into 1/2 inch chunks
-1/2 cup whole milk ricotta cheese
-1/2 large tomato, chopped into 1/2 inch chunks
-1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
-1/4 cup white wine
-salt and pepper

How to do it:
Toss chunks of chicken into balsamic wine vinaigrette and allow to marinate for a few hours, overnight if possible.
When you're ready to cook (all mise en place is done ahead of time, of course!), sprinkle the tomato chunks with a bit of salt and toss with the balsamic vinegar. Set aside for the time being.
Cook ziti according to package instructions, then drain, return to pan, and toss with 1 tbsp. olive oil. Put it back on low heat and toss in ricotta cheese, mozzarella, and tomatoes.
Meanwhile, in a skillet, melt butter with 1 tbsp. olive oil, and add the onions and peppers when the pan is hot. Sweat the vegetables until they are soft, then add the garlic. Cook for another two minutes, stirring often, then add the wine. Allow to reduce for several minutes until sauce is thickened slightly, then add chicken. Cook until chicken chunks are white in the middle, then add spinach to pan, stir, and cover until spinach wilts. Toss contents of skillet into pasta. Enjoy. (P.P.S. Yes, the croissant is store-bought. Whatever! I'm not Superman!)

Balsamic Wine Vinaigrette

Okay so you could just marinate your chicken in store-bought balsamic vinaigrette and that would be fabulous, but when I'm cooking I try to make things (especially sauces, marinades, and the like) myself. Here's what I did:

What you'll need:
-1/4 cup white wine
-2 cloves garlic, minced
-1 tbsp. plus 1 tsp. balsamic vinegar
-1 tsp. brown sugar
-a pinch of pepper
-a LIBERAL pinch of salt
-3 tbsp. extra virgin olive oil

How to do it:
Whisk together all ingredients except olive oil until thoroughly combined. Then SLOWLY drizzle in olive oil while whisking until mixture is emulsified. REMEMBER: you're marinating a chicken, not dressing a salad! This vinaigrette should be somewhat more acidic and somewhat saltier than your average salad dressing. You will notice the difference.

Kazookeylele kid

I caught this from a Myspace bulletin posted by the punk group Landmines. I had to share it.

The Other Side of RemDawg

It's a couple weeks old, but I just found this profile of Red Sox announcer and former second baseman Jerry Remy by Neil Swidey of the Boston Globe. You should read it. Witness:

Remy, with just seven home runs and one All-Star appearance during his 10-year Major League career, will never be anything but a paying visitor to Cooperstown. Improbably, though, this long-retired undersized second-baseman-turned-TV-commentator with the smoker's laugh, heavily lined face, and even heavier accent ("us" is "uz" and "of course" is "acourse") has managed to become a more popular figure in Red Sox Nation than [Jim] Rice, [Luis] Tiant, and all but a few living Hall of Famers, as well as most members of the current roster.

I never knew that much about Remy besides his on field stats and in booth persona, so it was interesting to read a bit of a different take on his life. This was one of my favorite anecdotes from the piece:

[Jerry and his friends would] laugh about their exploits, like the time Remy and his pal Henry Velozo took their girlfriends to a local amusement park. When they got back to the parking lot, they found Henry's Pontiac had a flat tire, which neither Jerry nor Henry knew how to fix. So the two of them headed back into the park, figuring a stranger would be more willing to change a tire for a couple of girls traveling alone. From the top of the giant slide, they watched as a random guy dutifully jacked up the car, and they chuckled at how perfectly their plan was working -- until the random guy got in the back seat and their girlfriends drove off with him.

Go read the story! Now!

via the Boston Globe
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House of Representatives passes Matthew Shepard Act

So, I can't decide if I should be sad that I learned about this on PerezHilton or not, but regardless, it's definitely pretty sweet that the House of Representatives agreed to pass the Local Law Enforcement Hate Crimes Prevention Act (AKA Matthew Shepard Act) which essentially grants federal backing in the local pursuit of hate criminals. So come at my gay ass and watch the FBI hunt you down Biatch!

via PerezHilton
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Jacoby Ellsbury steals home, and the Red Sox sweep the Yankees

Ok so this was just awesome. I love NY/Boston series, especially in Fenway and ESPECIALLY when the Red Sox sweep!

via MLB.com

The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 12

If you're going to be a giant douche-nozzle to me, don't be surprised when I punch you in the lung.

Terry Francona tweeted me!

In case I didn't tell you already (I mean, I told practically everyone I know), Terry Francona sent me an @reply on Twitter today in response to my birthday wishes to him!! I'm all hot and bothered!

Some tremendous doucher harrases the Jonas Brothers!

Who else thinks that Curt was the one who initiated this photo-op... and that the Bros were more than a little creeped out by him? Leave them alone Schilling they're only children!!!

Via Boston Dirt Dogs

This is where the magic happens...

In case you care. As you can see, I need a new monitor (crt is so 20th century), a new camera (we've already covered that), and a new guitar (I threw mine against the wall in a fit of rockstardom and it mysteriously stayed there. Sweet!) Donations welcome!

Evidence that Some Scienctists are Right

So I've long heard that people shrink a little bit during the day (for more info on that phenomenon, click here), but I never really put much thought into it until recently. Why, you say? Well, in the morning when I get into my car I find that I have to move my rear-view mirror up a little bit. At night after work, it's just the opposite, I have to move it down. Either I'm slumping a lot due to the stress of the day or my vertebrae really are compressing due to the constant force of gravity throughout the day! Nerdalicious!

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The Inane Dribble Manifesto, pt. 11

I like my men like I like my coffee... cold and bitter? That doesn't work... Okay I like my men like I like my ice cream: sweet and will be there for me no matter how fat I get.