The Phillies won their second straight NL pennant last night, beating the Dodgers for a 4 games to one victory in the NLCS. They’re the first team to repeat as league champs since the Cincinnati Reds Braves did it back in 1975-76 1995-96. Here to mark the occasion is Ernie Johnson, who gets booed upon mentioning that he works for TBS. TBS SUCKS! GO BACK TO ATLANTA, SISSY! After the jump is noted wife-puncher Brett Myers, who gets a veritable retaliation from the missus. Read the rest of this entry »

Phillies pitcher Brett Myers (yes, that Brett Myers) didn’t really strike me as a gunrack-in-the-back-of-a-pickup-truck, Toby Keith kinda guy, but I guess Meech over at The Fightins (via Maj)knew otherwise, and makes the case accordingly:

It’s a description that would seem to fit him perfectly; a hard-working, beer rip-cording hothead who is equally capable of throwing 8 innings of shutout ball or getting yanked in the third after giving up a five-spot… Giving a memorable plate appearance vs. one of the best pitchers in baseball or getting sent to the minor leagues for no discernible reason other than a lack of focus… Losing his cool on a newspaper reporter after a tough loss or on his wife in the middle of a crowded Boston street… you get the idea.

These are all the erratic traits of a stereotypical redneck, and Brett Myers seems happy to play along.

And yes, that’s Brett above with his son, Colt. And yes, his kid is wearing a t-shirt with the old Confederate flag on it…on his way to the clubhouse. What, could you not find a bedsheet and hood that was small enough for your boy, Brett? I think I just solved the mystery of who left the burning popsicles sticks in Ryan Howard’s locker.

Brett Myers doesn't appreciate when reporters question his judgment of distance:

When Myers was asked about the two home runs, he said they were really “just pop ups.” A reporter from the Philadelphia Inquirer questioned whether Myers really thought they were pop ups, and Myers got angry. “You’re not even a beat reporter, you’re a fill-in, you don’t know anything about baseball,” said Myers, who then called the reporter “retarded.” The Inquirer reporter asked if Myers could spell retarded, and Myers stood up. Burrell then restrained Myers, and Myers refused to speak any further.

You would think a reporter for a major metropolitan newspaper would know how to spell most words.  Regardless, it's never prudent to ask someone to spell out his insult.  I remember when that guy called me a "lecherous blight on society", and I responded by asking, "could you please spell that your Honor?"  Those extra 6 weeks in the hoosegow for contempt of court really made me wish I would have studied phonics more. -KD

(More at Bugs & Cranks and Babes Love Baseball.)

Phillies closer Brett Myers — who has previously started for the Phils and punched his wife in the face — is recovering nicely from his shoulder injury and has already displayed some of the manliness that makes him such a good closer.

Myers recounted a limousine drive to New York on Monday night with his wife and two children. Just before the limo reached the Lincoln Tunnel, it got a flat tire. The driver knew little about changing a tire, so Myers rolled up his sleeves and did it himself.

Good thing his wife was there.  Otherwise he might not have had his tire iron on him.

Just who, exactly, are the Phillies trying to get into the ballpark this year? I've seen some strange promotions, but this one seems like maybe not so great of an idea (last item).

For quirky, though, it'll be hard to beat June 26's "Stitch 'n' Pitch Night," when fans are encouraged to bring knitting, stitching, quilting or other projects to the game.

Yes, yes… Tens of thousands of Philadelphians carrying around ten-inch needles. What could possibl-eye go wrong?

For the record, the Reds will be in town that night. I better sell my Upper Deck Ken Griffey Jr rookie card before he loses both his eyes to quilting needles. Of course, that's assuming he can make it as far as June 26th without a hamstring injury.

Also, as 289 has implied, it might be wise for Brett Myers's wife to go visit family that week. I'd hate for her to accidentally fall down some stairs and get strangled by some yarn. Just because she wouldn't listen.