Wow. That title is gonna sound really gay once you realize the actual subject of this post. On this day, 79 years ago, Ty Cobb, aka "The Georgia Peach" recorded his 4,000th baseball hit. While most know him for being a royal asshole, I don't think the average fan realizes the enormity of his career. I can say that with calm conviction and certainty, for I myself, am the average fan and don't have any problem speaking for the other millions of average fans. Among his notable accomplishments in the game were a career .367 batting average, 12 batting titles, and probably the one that will most make you go "Hmmm", he stole home 50 times. That's right
fifty aka ferrari to all of you in the know. To put it in perspective, Jose Reyes, the most gifted base burglar of current times, may steal home once or twice in his career.
On a sidetracked thought (because I just impressed myself), why don't they call base stealers.... base burglars? It's got several things going for it. Check it out and see if you agree:
1. Alliteration is the cat's PJ's. I don't need to tell any of you that.
2. They can probably do some kind of hilarious cross-promotion with the Hamburglar stealing a base on Mike Piazza's rag arm (don't worry that he's not behind the plate anymore, you're ruining it).
3. The gay connotations are off the charts - base burglar easily morphs to butt burglar which easily translates to rump ranger. Imagine hearing this sentence on ESPN and knowing exactly what they mean "Rump ranger Jose Reyes was up to his old tricks again." But hear this one and you might be confused - "Rump ranger Brady Anderson was up to his old tricks again." That one's probably said on a network other than ESPN, but see, you were like "since when was Brady Anderson ever a good base burglar, oh wait, there's no cool baseball lingo on that one." And it goes on, the possibilities for base burglar are endless.
Alright, I've said my peice. A nod to the Georgia Peach. Carry on.