Who Names Their Son Nyjer?

This is H. Harry Hammerpipe checking in for my first highly lucrative gig here at Detroit4lyfe.  I, H. Harry Hammerpipe, will be checking in occasionally here at Detroit4lyfe to chime in about whatever seems to tickle my pickle.  Having pitched in the Yankees organization, I’d like to think I know a thing or two about baseball.  Since Detroit4lyfe and I have decided to be “friends with benefits,” I will be happy to share some of my non-Detroit thoughts with you.

Yesterday, as I was laying naked on my back eating an entire tub of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup ice cream, I was graced with one of the most beautiful sights in baseball:  A player throwing an umpire out of the game.

After throwing a wild pitch, Herculean Carlos Zambrano charged towards home plate, only to tag Pirates OF Nyjer Morgan after he had already touched home plate.  I don’t care what anyone says, the play was NOT close.  The guy was safe by a mile, but Carlos had every right to throw the ball into the left-center field gap and to fire his mitt into the dugout.  I don’t even need to comment on his shock and awe destruction of the Gatorade machine.  In fact, I am disappointed that he stopped at the point he did.  If you are going to do work on the damn thing, do some work on it.  Take an upper cut swing to the spouts that spew the Gatorade itself.  Let’s get some gore.