I’m a day early but these things are rarely exact. No one really knows for sure if Jesus was born 2,012 years ago, for instance. But I can tell you for sure that Jeff was born 33 years ago as of tomorrow. I just hope that Jeff doesn’t decide to follow in Jesus’ footsteps. See, after disappearing for 30 years between his birth and the start of his ministry, Jesus managed to piss off the entire Roman Empire and the Jewish elite in three short years and get himself killed.
I don’t want to say the allusion is exact but for the past three years Jeff has been pissing off the MLB empire and the baseball elite (including getting kicked off Barry Zito’s Twitter feed). So far there have been no threats against Jeff’s life but MLB is sneaky like that.
It’s a day early but happy birthday Mr. Lung. And please, beware of crowds bearing palm fronds. You know what happens a week later.
Happy “Kiss a Cardinal Day” or, as it’s known in some corners, Jeffery Lung’s birthday. That’s right, today my buddy Jeff officially reaches the ripe age of 29+. The beautiful thing about that plus is that it could really mean anything. Although my protestant guilt forces me to tell you that it means 3 this time around.
I don’t have to tell you that Jeff and I have known each other for a long time and helped each other celebrate birthdays many times before. However, it has been a while since we were able to celebrate either one of our birthdays together. This year is no different.
However, that doesn’t mean I can’t help him celebrate his birthday correctly. And what could be more correct than an alternately loving and loathing collection of photos.
In honor of Jeff and his birthday, I present this little birthday present, a gallery of things he loves, although sometimes ambivalently. Without further ado, here we go:
Happy Birthday, buddy!
That’s right… 29 years and 1095 days ago, my crotchety and oft curt colleague, Mr. Krause, came into the world wielding a Chet Lemon inscribed Louisville Slugger and a Kirk Gibson mustache (at least, that’s how the story goes).
And since Mr. Krause is always giving me a hard time for posting gratuitous pics of scantily clad beauties on a baseball-politico blog, I thought I would take some time to post gratuitous pictures that he would like:
And let us not forget… if it has reason behind it, it ain’t that gratuitous, which should give me a free pass to post pictures of hot chicks here for as long as I deem necessary.
Anyway, holla at Al. Tell him you love him (if you love him, that is). And make sure you dig on that gnarly photograph I recently snagged from his folks’ place.
Hate me. Don’t hate Al. Not today anyway.