Operation Roaddogs: T minus Seven

It is now a mere T minus seven days before the Bunny and I undertake our epic journey into the heart of baseball. The Bunny is warming up with some baseball posts...

on his eight favorite pitchers...:

3. "Three-Finger" Mordecai Brown: At the age of 7, Brown was playing on his uncle's farm and got his right hand caught in a corn shredder. His index finger was amputated above the second knuckle, and his thumb and pinkie were both impaired permanently. While chasing a hog a few weeks later, he fell and broke the third and fourth fingers on the same hand, both of which healed unnaturally. This accident led to the distinctive nickname, "Three Finger Brown." It's eerie how much his story mirrors my sex life. Sigh.

on his seven favorite ballparks...

3. Wrigley Field, Chicago: I must concede, I've never been. But any park with that much history has to be great to be in. Also, The Silver Fox gets all misty-eyed when he regales us with tales from Wrigley. He likes to be held.*

and two terrible ballparks..

One saving grace though, and this keeps BankOne from the bottom; lining the concours, around the entire ballpark, is a banner that pays tribute to every ballpark ever used in major league history, even the torn down ones. That was really cool. It helped dull the pain of being surrounded by people who were never loved.

*Editor's note: some clarification is in oder here.
1. I do like being held. Just not by you.
2. I do not like to be held in Wrigley, or any other ballpark. Holding is appropriate only in very particular situations. Like when my set of aces gets cracked. Or at the end of The Wild Bunch when William Holden and Ernest Borgnine go down under a hail of gunfire.

Other than that, don't touch me.