So last Friday I dedicated an entire blog post and 24 minutes of my life to a blog about Bob Hamelin. It's not something I'm proud of, but then again most of the content in this blog is not something I'm proud of. Anyhow I mentioned at the end of the blog that there was an 8,000% chance that this is the last blog ever written on the internet about Bob Hamelin. Now I know it sounded like hyperbole (does it? still not sure what that means) but it seemed like a logical conclusion given that, A) How many people on Earth remember Bob Hamelin and B) After reading his Wiki page and seeing pictures of him again I'm not entirely sure he was even a real person. Seemed like more of a myth than anything. Like unicorns, Paul Bunyan, China, or Sarah Jessica Parker's sex appeal. But lo and behold our boy here Jayson Stark, on a blog written three hours after my Bob Hamelin masterpiece, wrote this:
Well, the heat wave sure isn't over. In fact, it's just starting to cook. But what we have here still has the look and feel of something special and historical. Now we get to spend the next, oh, 20 years deciding whether this is the second coming of Mays/Mantle -- or possibly (hey, you never know) of Bob Hamelin/Marty Cordova. But we can get back to you with the verdict on that some other time -- preferably in 2032.
Crazy right? Like what are the odds on two Pulitzer Prize winning journalists referencing the same has-been on two different blogs on the same day? I'll tell what they are: 0. Like I'm not saying Jayson Stark reads this blog but he obviously reads this blog. I'm on to you Stark! You think you can have the last word in the Hamelin blog wars? Not on my watch! I'm the man up in the beast! KING KONG AIN'T GOT S##% ON ME! We'll see who blinks first in this irrelevant sports star cold war. Your move Stark. Your move.
PS: The end to yesterday's Brewer's game was absurd. Guy checks Gomez back 23452343 times and the one time he doesn't Gomez takes off and wins the game. Like you've got to wonder why that pitcher didn't just focus in on the task at hand. Retire the next three guys you face and you're fine. But he got caught looking. Carlos Gomez is like cleavage, you get a sense of it and then look away!