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sell your soul to the devil give your email address to your favorite team, your inbox is inundated on a daily basis with offers to buy tickets, jerseys, caps, travel packages, World Series gear, Spring Training gear, etc., etc., ad infinitum. A few weeks ago, one popped in that was a bit more curious than the rest:
Wow! The very same seeds as those used at Citizens Bank Park! I can grow my own “Field of Dreams”!
The only problem with that plan is that our entire lot is just about half an acre, of which a portion is occupied by our house. I’m pretty sure baseball fields take up a lot more area.
As an alternative, maybe I could grow a little patch to harvest and sell in freeze-dried form, just like the Phillies are doing with their sod:
I guess I couldn’t really call it “game-used”, but it would be almost as good, having been grown from the actual grass seed varieties used at Citizens Bank Park! And if I had my kids play on it, it would be game-used, just not the same kind of game the Phillies’ sod was used for.
According to an article on mlb.com, fans of the Red Sox (Fenway Park), Cubs (Wrigley Field), Reds (Great American Ball Park), and Cardinals (Busch Stadium) will also have the opportunity to “grow their own”. Happy harvesting, everyone!
A-Rod Being A-Rod
In this morning’s news, the latest A-Rod incident involved A-Rod running across the pitcher’s mound during last night’s Yankees-A’s game. While returning to first base after a foul ball from Robinson Cano, A-Rod apparently ran across the mound, breaking one of those “unwritten rules” we are always hearing about. A’s pitcher Dallas Braden took offense, and started jawing with A-Rod.
While I’m not going to enter the fray regarding whether he was right or wrong, I couldn’t help wondering about this quote in the coverage:
Tasting himself??? (underlining added by me) What does that mean??? I’m not sure if it’s some kind of typo, or a slang phrase I’m not familiar with.
All I know is that it’s conjured up a rather unpleasant image in my mind, one I desperately need to get rid of. A good stiff gin and tonic would help with that, but it’s still only 10:49 in the morning. Guess I’m stuck with it a few more hours!