As a Tigers’ fan, I’m proud of Justin Verlander. Not only did he carry his team into the playoffs, he also brought home the Cy Young and the MVP. That’s a lot of hardware for one season and like him or not, the guy deserved it.
However, for all that he is (human cannon; Detroit’s great white hope; tiger-striped aphrodisiac) there are also things he is not. For instance, he is not a comedian as we found out on Conan O’Brien the other evening.
Look, I love the guy and I’m glad he plays for us. But, let’s face it. He’s no Brian Wilson.[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5609xjVLvM8]
Of course, unlike Wilson, he’s also sane…..so there’s that.
Baseball, as any fan can tell you, is a game of amazing highs and unthinkable lows. For every Kirk Gibson fistpump around the bases in the World Series there’s an Ugandan little league team that didn’t qualify for visas to the LL World Series. Which means there’s no sense in wasting time worrying about the bad stuff. It’s much more important to make the most of the good stuff. If there’s one man in baseball who embodies that spirit, it’s Brian Wilson.
Now, I understand that not everyone likes Wilson. However I find the guy hilarious. His sea captain routine on the Jimmy Kimmell show was a brilliant piece of performance art. Honestly, he is to baseball what Lady Gaga wishes she was to music. If that was ever in doubt you need only refer to the Espy’s:
Even more than that, though, an interview he did with Cheap Seats cemented his status for me:
But like other Brian Wilsons before him, I think it makes more sense to let the guy express his thoughts using his own words. What do you say to that, Brian? “I’m a professional baseball player in my 20′s. I’m not gonna speak monotone then wake up, be 35 and the games over and I didn’t have any fun.” Amen.
And so in this Podcast brought to you by Lifestyles…
Jeff and Johanna join forces in what is secretly designed as an intervention for Allen and his anachronistic memory. The three of them then launch into some raunchy debates over this young MLB season, including but not limited to double headers, home plate collisions, “offensive” t-shirts and much, much more… all to make you smile for berry berry long time!
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Recorded Saturday, May 28, 2011
No sport has better mustaches than baseball. From guys like Rollie Fingers up through Brian Wilson today, facial hair has that Samson-esque quality that propels good players to another level. And it’s not just baseball where this is true. How about guys like Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds?
Now, I have a soft spot in heart for Selleck because, like Jay-Z with the Yankees, he made the Tigers hat more famous than a Tiger can. Selleck’s baseball ties go even deeper than that with his appearance in the film Mr. Baseball. As much as Selleck’s mustache may have allowed him to take things to that next level, it’s still nothing in comparison to Reynolds, though.
Reynolds wasn’t just Smokey (or the Bandit, not really sure which one), he was also a testosterone fueled sex-symbol of the 70’s. You don’t have to believe me, the proof (in all its heinous glory) is out there and fully searchable on the interwebs and includes pictures. I’d copy some of the quotes but I’m pretty sure they’d get censored out so it’s better if you just go take a look on your own. Suffice it to say, Reynolds’ mustache could probably eat Brian Wilson and his beard whole.
1. Reinstate the All-Star Game as an exhibition game with no World Series home field implications
2. Get Charlie Sheen to go away
3. Figure out what the hell Brian Wilson’s beard is actually made of.
If we can do all of the above, then I would really be impressed.
And the world will thank us.
Hate me ‘cuz you can, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Today is an auspicious day for RSBS. Three years ago today we wrote our first entry. Funny enough, that first post, penned by yours truly, ended with a catch-phrase that has come to be associated with my colleague, Mr. Lung, “Don’t hate me cuz I’m right, hate me because I’m beautiful.” But that’s the great part about writing this blog together. We get to steal from each other, rip on each other and generally make fools of ourselves, together.
That’s why I think it’s only fitting that this post end with the brilliance of Brian Wilson. No, not the Beach Boy. The pitcher. If anyone exemplifies the foolish brilliance to which RSBS aspires, this would have to be it:
If you keep reading, we’ll keep writing. Just like Brian Wilson did. Yes, this time I mean the Beach Boy.