Leyland Soup

Friends,

Cardinals are up two games to one. The series is by no means over. Hell, this thing could stretch for quite a few more days since StL has some serious rain forecasted for the next couple days. But nuts to all that. Last night, Jefferson The Mighty Suppan pwnd the Mets. Wait, I mean owned. I'm not internets savvy enough for that lingo. I mean, Jeff Suppan? Seriously?

Not only did Jeffrey Master of Baseball dominate the Mets for 8 strong, shutout innings, the son-of-a-bitch hit a homerun. The last Cardinal pitcher to hit a homerun in the playoffs was Bob Gibson in 1968. An interesting note about Bob Gibson, about 10 years ago while playing in an Old-Timers Game in Busch Stadium, Gibby hit a homerun into the upperdeck while batting left-handed. As far as I know, Gibson did not hit left-handed during his pro career...but after he had been retired over ten years, he belts one into the upper bowl of old Busch...that's one helluva a man. Gibson is a fount of great stories.

In the Cardinals two wins, they have key homeruns from So Motherfucking Taguchi, the light-hitting backup, defensive replacement outfielder....and Jeff Suppan, a soft-tossing control pitcher. And, in keeping with the BOMM tradition, we will honor Soup with an honorary mustache, though I cannot personally perform the mustaching on him. Which is just like honorary doctorates. I mean, those people don't really have doctorates, they just have a note saying that they do, so it's kinda like a note from mom saying you can't play in PE because of cramps. Doesn't really mean much, but people humor you just the same. So, here is a picture of Jeff Suppan after he was notified by BOMMs press liaison that he was award with BOMM's inaugural Honorary Mustache for Soft-Tossing Righty Pitchers, In Spite of Their Scraggly Beards:

Notice is bewildered joy of being part of BOMM's little club. I should also note that last night the Detroit Tigers have made it to the World Series after years of being woefully awful. I mean, at one point in time, their shining player was Rob Deer. Congratulations Tigers, way to stop being an oozing wart on baseball's illustrious ass. Now, why did the Tigers suddenly stop being an embarassment? Was it luck? Was it skill? Was it a dominant pitching staff? No way ugly, it was mustache pow-uh! This is the first year Jim Leyland (Tony LaRussa's best friend...in case you missed it on Fox's broadcast...they'll probably say it again tonight in case you want to hear it...you may also learn that Chris Duncan is pitching coach Dave Duncan's son, in case you didn't hear it the first fifty damn times) managed the Detroit Tigers. And Jim Leyland is mustache superior. He won a World Series with the Marlins on the wings of his mustache...helped the Pirates be a respectable team on the strength of his mustache...and he quit the Rockies because that thin air reeks havoc on mustache magic. So, congratulations Brother Jim. Welcome to the dance!

Whoa there, Jimbo. Let's dial back that emotion some. But, that massive ring compliments your precisely styled mustache wonderfully.

VIVA EL BIRDOS Y VIVA EL MUSTACHE!