So. Amanda read to me from a “news” story on Friday night, and I did my level best to ignore, and then repress, what I’d heard. But then there was a follow up story today, and I could no longer avoid the horror. Basically what I’m saying is: blame her for this. And this.

But do make sure to vote in the poll in the second article. It’s one of the burning questions of our time.

If you’re unwilling to make a leap of horrific faith without any clues whatsoever, I’ll be nice and provide the following keywords: Giambi, Jason, thong, gold lamè. You’re welcome.

And in the course of rounding up today’s links, I came across this little gem. Moises Alou was common knowledge, but I was unaware of Cecil the Turtle Jorge Posada’s devotion to the practice. And I really didn’t need to know about Kerry Wood and the hat.