We don’t usually write a whole lot about sports news on The Frisky, but an exception must be made for legendary baseball player Tony Gwynn, who passed away today after a four-year battle with cancer. He was 54. As a diehard San Diego Padres fan throughout my childhood and early teenage years, the right fielder’s life-size poster decorated my bedroom wall. Gwynn was one of the best and most consistent hitters in baseball history, and was the National League batting champion eight times. He played in 15 All-Star Games and was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 2007. In 2010, he announced he had salivary cancer, which he attributed to years of chewing tobacco. Known to fans as Mr. Padre, Gwynn turned down opportunities for more money in favor of playing and staying in San Diego for his entire 20-year career. He was awesome and will be missed. [ABC News]
Cue the inevitable jokes about how 50 is good enough to actually play for the Mets. [Gawker]
With the cold winter months approaching, it’s time to heat things up. Our new newsletter, Hump Day Hotties, will bring our favorite eye candy directly into your inbox every Wednesday. (Subscribe here!) Feel free to drool. We won’t judge.
Once upon a time, when I was but a tween on the cusp of puberty, I was really, really into baseball. And my favorite player was the San Diego Padres’ right fielder Tony Gwynn. While I mostly felt admiration for his incredible skill in both fielding and hitting, I also had a small crush on the strapping 300 lb. Gwynn, and the life-size poster that adorned my wall (alongside Teen Beat tearsheets of younger heartthrobs) proved as much. If I was still into baseball and still gave precious wall space to life-size posters of athletes, Ángel Pagán would be the man whose two-dimensional stare would follow me around the room as I undressed. The handsome San Francisco Giants’ outfielder plays in tonight’s first World Series game against the Detroit Tigers. When I asked my Giants’ loving friends who was the handsomest man with a bat in the Bay Area, Puerto Rican-born Pagán got the most love — and I’m sure you can see why. And did I mention that he led the National League in triples? Mmm, round those bases, Ángel! I may not be an avid baseball fan these days, but as a born and bred California girl and a lover of handsome bearded men, this Hump Day Hottie post is dedicated to Ángel Pagán and the entire Giants team. Get it, Orange and Black!
All right boys, explain this one. A high school team in Arizona opted to forfeit its chance at a championship because they didn’t want to play a team with a girl on it. Think about that and remind yourselves that it’s 2012. The team, which attends Our Lady of Sorrows Academy, forfeited the game rather than face off Mesa Preparatory Academy because Mesa’s second-baseman is 15-year-old Paige Sultzbach.
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“It’s shameful how little I know about baseball … I’m amazed they let me do this movie. Baseball and I didn’t get along that well. I wrestled one year [in high school]. I dove one year. Everything but baseball.”
—Brad Pitt talks to Sports Illustrated about his new movie, “Moneyball” (which opens this weekend), the true story of an Oakland A’s manager who turned his team around by recruiting bargain players rather than going after the same ones every other team wanted. So what made Brad want to do a flick about his least favorite sport? “I’m a sucker for the underdog story,” he explained. [People] Keep reading »
Ugh, this is such an awful story. A 39-year-old father took his son to a Texas Rangers baseball game in Arlington, TX, last night, and when outfielder Josh Hamilton (left) tossed him a foul ball, he fell 20 feet to his death trying to catch it. A man sitting near Shannon Stone tried to grab him by the leg as he fell over the railing, but wasn’t able to keep ahold of him. “He went straight down,” Ronnie Hargis said. “I tried to grab him, but I couldn’t. I tried to slow him down a little bit.” Keep reading »
So there was a little something last night called the World Series in which the San Francisco Giants beat the Texas Rangers (just in case you hadn’t heard). Did you notice any of the players wearing jewelry? (Or as we like to call male accessories: “mewelry.”) Turns out, it’s quite common for baseball players to wear necklaces, not so much as good luck charms or fashion statements, but to help their game. The rope-like strands contain magnets and aqua titanium, which supposedly “stabilize your electric current inside the body,” allowing you to “enhance your performance” by increasing flexibility and balance, or treating arthritis if you have it. There’s little scientific evidence to back up these claims, but still some big-hitting baseball stars swear by them. Not sure it’s a trend we would hop on for fashion or therapy … but we suppose it’s good to know. [Fox News, MLB Shop] Keep reading »