tangled up.
bluejayhunter:

Believe it or not, this got Brett Lawrie tossed.

bluejayhunter:

Believe it or not, this got Brett Lawrie tossed.

1863-project:

caitlincato:

djlegz:

I don’t like sports, but the Bearcats are my new favorite team.

This guy is perfect.

Reminder that baseball is perfect.

:D

annetdonahue:

How could it possibly have gotten better?

annetdonahue:

How could it possibly have gotten better?

randomjaysstuff:

Epy Guerrero photo, 25th Anniversary Commemorative Book
I love the legendary stories of his Latin American signings.
Alfredo Griffin:

The 15-year-old was as thin as a bat and about as smooth as sandpaper. But the scout saw something special in his hands, in his arms. So he carved an infield into a corner of the cow pasture outside his front door and hit the boy 300 grounders a day through the spring rainstorms and the oppressive summer heat. Three years later, that teenager, Alfredo Griffin, reached the major leagues, beginning an 18-year career in which he would win three World Series titles, a Gold Glove, the American League’s rookie-of-the-year Award and a spot on an All-Star team.

Damaso Garcia:

 ”I could see he had the tools of the play. I made him run 50 yards, and he was very fast. I made him throw. I made him take ground balls.” Guerrero followed Garcia around while he practiced for the soccer team. ”Sometimes I would skip a practice to work out for Epy,” says Garcia. Guerrero finally talked him into signing a baseball contract in February 1975. “It was the toughest sign I’ve ever had,” Guerrero says. “There was big trouble with the soccer federation. He was the best player on the team, and they were really mad. The president of the federation called me to his office and said, very upset, ‘How can you take my best player?’ “

Tony Fernandez:

The youngster, nicknamed Cabeza because his head was so large when he was a child, lived behind the fence with his 10 brothers and sisters in a tin-roofed house that was sometimes struck by home runs. He was the shoeless, shirtless tyke who would take as many ground balls as you had the patience to hit him—using, as a glove, a milk carton fashioned with string. The kid was so good he would have been a pro prospect, but he had bad knees and couldn’t run. Only Epy Guerrero dared say to him, “Your father is blessed, because when you grow up, I will sign you.” Epy, Toronto’s chief scout in Latin America, signed Tony to a pro contract in 1979, but not before arranging for surgery to remove painful bone chips from his knees and, oh, yes, clocking his time down the first-base line.

Carlos Delgado:

“I see him. I phone Pat. ‘We gotta sign him.’ Pat tells me he got no money. I say, ‘Find it.’ It gonna take $100,000 bonus or Atlanta gonna sign him. Pat comes down. He gotta ask owners for money outta next year’s budget. We sign him. We go to the airport, Atlanta guys are coming. We say, “Don’t bother. We signed him.’ They don’t believe us – till they go to Carlos’s house.”

The One That Got Away:

“I see this pitcher, sixteen, maybe five-nine, right-hander, skinny, fastball 88,” he says. “I wanna sign. Mel Queen comes. He says, ‘He’s already as good as he gonna be.” I’m saying, he good right now and we get him cheap. Mel Queen, he kill it. The Dodgers sign him: Pedro Martinez. ’Cuz of Mel Queen Toronto don’t get a Hall of Famer.”


This is amazing. RIP, Epy, and thank you.

randomjaysstuff:

Epy Guerrero photo, 25th Anniversary Commemorative Book

I love the legendary stories of his Latin American signings.

Alfredo Griffin:

The 15-year-old was as thin as a bat and about as smooth as sandpaper. But the scout saw something special in his hands, in his arms. So he carved an infield into a corner of the cow pasture outside his front door and hit the boy 300 grounders a day through the spring rainstorms and the oppressive summer heat. Three years later, that teenager, Alfredo Griffin, reached the major leagues, beginning an 18-year career in which he would win three World Series titles, a Gold Glove, the American League’s rookie-of-the-year Award and a spot on an All-Star team.

Damaso Garcia:

 ”I could see he had the tools of the play. I made him run 50 yards, and he was very fast. I made him throw. I made him take ground balls.” Guerrero followed Garcia around while he practiced for the soccer team. ”Sometimes I would skip a practice to work out for Epy,” says Garcia. Guerrero finally talked him into signing a baseball contract in February 1975. “It was the toughest sign I’ve ever had,” Guerrero says. “There was big trouble with the soccer federation. He was the best player on the team, and they were really mad. The president of the federation called me to his office and said, very upset, ‘How can you take my best player?’ “

Tony Fernandez:

The youngster, nicknamed Cabeza because his head was so large when he was a child, lived behind the fence with his 10 brothers and sisters in a tin-roofed house that was sometimes struck by home runs. He was the shoeless, shirtless tyke who would take as many ground balls as you had the patience to hit him—using, as a glove, a milk carton fashioned with string. The kid was so good he would have been a pro prospect, but he had bad knees and couldn’t run. Only Epy Guerrero dared say to him, “Your father is blessed, because when you grow up, I will sign you.” Epy, Toronto’s chief scout in Latin America, signed Tony to a pro contract in 1979, but not before arranging for surgery to remove painful bone chips from his knees and, oh, yes, clocking his time down the first-base line.

Carlos Delgado:

“I see him. I phone Pat. ‘We gotta sign him.’ Pat tells me he got no money. I say, ‘Find it.’ It gonna take $100,000 bonus or Atlanta gonna sign him. Pat comes down. He gotta ask owners for money outta next year’s budget. We sign him. We go to the airport, Atlanta guys are coming. We say, “Don’t bother. We signed him.’ They don’t believe us – till they go to Carlos’s house.”

The One That Got Away:

“I see this pitcher, sixteen, maybe five-nine, right-hander, skinny, fastball 88,” he says. “I wanna sign. Mel Queen comes. He says, ‘He’s already as good as he gonna be.” I’m saying, he good right now and we get him cheap. Mel Queen, he kill it. The Dodgers sign him: Pedro Martinez. ’Cuz of Mel Queen Toronto don’t get a Hall of Famer.”

This is amazing. RIP, Epy, and thank you.

bluejayhunter:

Several of the Blue Jays payed tribute to the late Epy Guerrero by writing “RIP Epy” into their caps.

bluejayhunter:

Several of the Blue Jays payed tribute to the late Epy Guerrero by writing “RIP Epy” into their caps.

BABY DUCK FALLING ASLEEP

Me, this morning, and every morning.

ruheeeee:

mylittlefurballs:

She thinks we can’t see her.

DEAD

Cats.

bluejayhunter:

The Blue Jays win! Also, Lawrie looks like he’s going to eat Bautista.

OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.

bluejayhunter:

The Blue Jays win! Also, Lawrie looks like he’s going to eat Bautista.

OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.

mildlyamused:

You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

kylesbogusjourney:

activatewindows:

kylesbogusjourney:

WHAT IF MY COLORS ARE DIFFERENT THAN YOUR COLORS

They are, because people having varying numbers of Rods and cones in their eyes, it causes people to see colours differently.

Also there is a theory that everyone sees, for example, the colour red differently eg Red=yellow, but because we’ve been taught that, that specific colour is red, no one knows if everyone is seeing the same colour as another person.

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I think about this way too much, and it will never not blow my mind.

Awwwww. I asploded.

Awwwww. I asploded.

Mune. <3

wilwheaton:

neil-gaiman:

butcherbilly:

The Post-Punk / New Wave Super Friends by Butcher Billy

Who are your heroes?

Reblogged purely to make Amanda smile.

This is the best thing that was ever made so just turn off the planet now because we can all go home. Thank you, it’s been a great show.

Wonderful.

corgnelius:

Enjoying a nice head scratch.

Bliss.

corgnelius:

Enjoying a nice head scratch.

Bliss.