This is what we call in the land of the tartan a 'Pokeyhat' (photo thanks to 'lom' .
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This was sent to me by my brother in law in an email and I couldn't resist passing it onwards, I think it's an absolutely amazing piece of work. Oh, I soooo wish computers and computing had been invented and had been as freely available when I was young. You see at that time I started work computers took up ' rooms ' - now they sit on a small desk........ As for the wee video animation - it is the work of genius as far as I'm concerned, my doh! like brain meant that in order to just pass on this work I had to spend about an hour trying to figure out how to post it on to my blog ... other folk are probably wondering what in the world I'm yakking about - but I just couldn't fathom how physically to ' post it here' ...... I know! I'm a total numpty where PC workings are concerned hehehe... but you see I was given a PC and I've just ' footered about ' with it ... no classes for me to learn computer science etc.
How I wish I didn't now have an ancient brain which finds it difficult to remember what happened yesterday, (or even 10 minutes ago come to that) and yet I can remember quite clearly what happened 30 odd years ago.... Hail to the young folk who learn and live in todays and tomorrow's world of PCs and the wonders that can be done with them !
The animation on this wee video made me laugh out loud - what an imagination ... Thanks and Cheers to you Mr. Becker, whoever and wherever you are, you made my week !
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Have a look at this second video which shows a gymnast with her two partners holding the Russian bar ... talk about hair-raising !!
Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.
Early this spring, everyone was wondering who the Tigers would give the #5 spot in the rotation to between overpaid pitching disappointments, Dontrelle Willis and Nate Robertson. A couple of months later, we have received our final answer.
Neither of them.
The D-Train has been sent packing just a couple months after Nate was traded to Florida for a bag of used baseballs. That’s $22 million down the drain for this season, with little to no return. It’s great that Mike Ilitch hasn’t choked to death on his terrible pizza over the years, but this still has to be very difficult for the man to swallow.
Numbers on each guy this year:
Nate: 10 games, 4-4, 4.05 ERA, 1.46 WHIP, 53.1 IP (in Florida)
Willis: 9 games, 1-2, 4.98 ERA, 1.78 WHIP, 43.1 IP
My question to you is simple. Is anyone in the world, outside of perhaps Jim Leyland or Dave Dombrowski, surprised about this outcome?
I am reasonably confident in saying that there is no one on the planet that has given more grief to Nate Robertson over the past year and a half that I have. But with Nate, you knew what you were going to get. You were getting a #5 starter with potential to be decent a couple times a month. And likewise with Dontrelle, you know what was coming. Disaster. He had done nothing over the past couple years to predict any other outcome. Yet the Tigers chose him over Our Hero.
The season began with a lot of questions. Would Austin Jackson be ready for the major leagues? Likewise with Scott Sizemore? Could Magglio bounce back? How would Max Scherzer and Jose Valverde adjust to the American League? How will Zoom’s arm hold up? Would Rick Porcello have a sophomore slump?
But a couple things were a given. Miguel Cabrera was going to be very good at hitting a baseball. Brandon Inge was going to be very bad at hitting a baseball. Carlos Guillen was going to get hurt if the wind blew too hard. And Dontrelle Willis was going to walk a lot of hitters in between bouts of being batsh-t crazy.
Look, I’m just a fan. I’m just a blogger, and a bad one at that. Why is it that I knew this would happen, you knew this would happen, my six year old knew this would happen, but Double D and the Marlboro Man didn’t see this one coming with all of their years of baseball experience between them?
Willis served his purpose. He was thrown in on the deal to bring Miguel Cabrera to Detroit. That alone made him worth it. But it didn't justify the ridiculous contract extension that Dombrowski gave him before he ever threw a pitch for the Tigers. And it definitely didn’t justify him being handed the #5 spot in the rotation in 2010, 2 ½ years later, while sending Nate Robertson out of town with his tail between his legs. Odd to read on a blog called “DesigNate Robertson”, I know. But it’s the truth.
$22 million down the drain for 2010 with exactly 1 win to show for it. That’s one hell of an expensive win. Damian Easley and Gary Sheffield are even shaking their heads. I don’t know about you, but having that kind of cash around for a chance at acquiring Roy Oswalt would’ve been pretty sweet.
It would’ve at least tasted better than the bitterness now left in Mr. I’s mouth. And it would’ve felt better than the burning sensation he has in his wallet.
Have a try at the undernoted questions - and if like me you were stumped by most of them ... scroll below for the answers.
Well ... How did 'you' get on? I only got two correct and who else pressed the 'help' button ??? Ya really have got to hand it to these Irish folk, they're right brainy !
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I visited one of my favourite blogs this morning and 'Oh my' the tears are flowing ...... especially after having a read at a mothers day post at Moodscapes when she speaks about her Mother and her upbringing - it feels like I'm right there listening to her and enjoying her chat about times past. It brings back so many memories of my own childhood .... I always enjoy her posts but this morning especially I loved the poem which is called 'Childhood Doesn't Wait' about how life is so quick in passing (being an 'oldie' I know how true this is) and I have printed it on my sidebar I hope you also enjoy it....
Yeah, OK it's soppy, but it's nice ! Have a Great Weekend !
Sending Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.
This is something I never thought about ...... but BOY !! I do now .
Have a decco at this ...
Have you ever noticed girls who set their handbags on public toilet floors, then go directly to their dining tables and set it on the table? Happens a lot! It's not always the 'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress. Sometimes 'what you don't know will hurt you'!
Mum got so upset when guests came in the door and plopped their handbags down on the counter where she was cooking or setting up food. She always said that handbags are really dirty, because of where they have been. It's something just about every woman carries with them. While we may know what's inside our handbags, do you have any idea what's on the outside? Women carry handbags everywhere; from the office to public toilets to the floor of the car. Most women won't be caught without their handbags, but did you ever stop to think about where your handbag goes during the day.
'I drive a school bus, so my handbag has been on the floor of the bus a lot,' says one woman. 'On the floor of my car, and in toilets.' 'I put my handbag in grocery shopping carts and on the floor of the toilet,' says another woman 'and of course in my home which should be clean.'
We decided to find out if handbags harbour a lot of bacteria. We learned how to test them at the Nelson Laboratories in Salt Lake , and then we set out to test the average woman's handbag.
Most women told us they didn't stop to think about what was on the bottom of their handbag. Most said at home they usually set their handbags on top of kitchen tables and counters where food is prepared. Most of the ladies we talked to told us they wouldn't be surprised if their handbags were at least a little bit dirty.
It turns out that handbags are so surprisingly dirty, even the microbiologist who tested them was shocked.
Microbiologist Amy Karen of Nelson Labs says nearly all of the handbags tested were not only high in bacteria, but high in harmful kinds of bacteria. Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staphylococcus aurous can cause serious skin infections, and salmonella and e-coli found on the handbags could make people very sick.
In one sampling, four out of five handbags tested positive for salmonella, and that's not the worst of it. 'There is faecal contamination on the handbags' says Amy. Leather or vinyl handbags tended to be cleaner than cloth handbags, and lifestyle seemed to play a role. People with kids tended to have dirtier handbags than those without, with one exception.
The handbag of one single woman who frequented nightclubs had one of the worst contaminations of all. 'Some type of faeces, or possibly vomit' says Amy.
So the moral of this story is that your handbag won't kill you, but it does have the potential to make you very sick if you keep it on places where you eat.. Use hooks to hang your handbag at home and in toilets, and don't put it on your desk, a restaurant table, or on your kitchen counter top.
Experts say you should think of your handbag the same way you would a pair of shoes. 'If you think about putting a pair of shoes on your counter tops, that's the same thing you're doing when you put your handbag on the counter tops.' Your handbag has gone where individuals before you have walked, sat, sneezed, coughed, spat, urinated, emptied bowels, etc!
Do you really want to bring that home with you? The microbiologists at Nelson also said cleaning a handbag will help. Wash cloth handbags and use leather cleaner to clean the bottom of leather handbags.
THIS IS WORTH SHARING! PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS, GRANDMOTHERS, MUMS, HUSBANDS, SINGLE MEN, DAUGHTERS, GRANDDAUGHTERS AND GIRLFRIENDS !
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and changing gears ever so slightly... If you have 10 minutes to spare, try this one, it’s fun!
Please click on the dog...
I make fun of Ozzie Guillen from time to time...I have to since he is the manager of the evil ChiSox. I may have even hinted at the idea of him selling his soul to the devil for the White Sox World Series win a few years ago. But I give Ozzie credit for one thing. He's probably the most entertaining manager in baseball history, for better or for worse.
Case in point: A fan in Cleveland asked Ozzie to sign his baseball. Here's what Ozzie wrote on the ball.
And on the other side?
That is just pure comedy gold. Well done, Ozzie.
Well in real life, these stories happen every day. The thing is, they don’t usually have a happy ending. Ricky Vaughn doesn’t strike out the feared Yankee slugger with a 101 mph fastball. Rocky doesn’t go the distance with the champ and become an overnight sensation. Rudy doesn’t make the sack and get carried off the field on his teammates’ shoulders. The happy ending just isn’t there. In fact, these stories can become quite sad. It doesn’t make them less interesting, though.
Take this one, for example. Imagine a young man growing up in Bani, of the Dominican Republic. Bani is the capital town of the Peravia Province. It’s a town of only 169,865, with only 61,864 living in the actual metro area. It’s a region known for little more than producing bananas and coffee and is not exactly Beverly Hills when it comes to lifestyle.
But this young man isn’t interested in picking bananas or coffee beans. He wants something more. He wants to do what he loves. He wants to play baseball.
Much like teams in the Unites States, teams from Japan have worldwide scouting. And like many others, the Hiroshima Carp have a baseball academy in the Dominican Republic. Now, this kid of all of 19 years ends up at the academy in pursuit of his dream. Out of the gate, he hits .340 for the Carp’s Dominican Summer League team raising some eyebrows. The eyebrows were raised enough for the Carp to offer the young man a spot on the big club in Japan. And he took it.
Our hero leaves the only home he has ever known and at the age of 19 and is now in Japan. The culture shock had to be amazing for him. Just imagine being in another country, not speaking the language, not having any friends or family, and having very little money. All this for the opportunity to follow your dream. Is that a leap of faith that you could take? This kid had guts. That, or he really didn’t want to pick bananas.
Anyway, he was thrown right into the fire and responded fairly well hitting .278 with a homer and 7 RBI in limited time for the Carp. He showed that he could hang with Japan’s big boys and was brought back the next year. He would get into 86 games in 1997 for Hiroshima and hit .245, with 3 homers and 15 RBI. 1998 brought better luck as his numbers improved to .296/.350/.404 with 5 homers and 35 RBI. He was settling in, finally, and his future appeared bright. Certainly, MLB scouts had been watching, right?
Right. In 2000, the New York Mets signed the young man to a deal. He was sent to the AAA Norfolk Tides for much of the year where he was determined to show that he wasn’t going to waste his opportunity in the States. He hit .357/.392/.512 as a Tide before the Mets called him up to the show. The kid, who only a couple years ago was living the quiet village life, was now playing baseball in the biggest city in the United States. New York City can make you a star or it can break you. There’s very little in between.
Baseball is a game full of epic highs and heartbreaking lows. You can be in the penthouse one day and into the outhouse the next. Hell, that can happen to a guy in a matter of innings or even seconds. Our young hero is no exception.
On September 1st, 2000, he made his major league debut pinch hitting against the St. Louis Cardinals. In his first ever at bat, he laced a single up the middle off of Cards reliever, Dave Veres. Finally, he had made it. From a place where 90% of the population couldn't find on a mat to being on top of the world in New York. What a feeling.
A couple minutes later, he was thrown out trying to steal second. Highs and lows. That’s baseball. Consider what happened next.
The Mets ended up making the playoffs and the young rookie would get 40 at bats in the NLDS and NCLS collecting 12 hits along the way and helping New York make it to the World Series against their cross town rivals, the Yankees. You can’t get much higher than that as a rookie that debuted in September.
And with the epic high comes the heartbreaking low. A low that would become the moment that our hero will be most remembered for by fans.
Our guy is standing on first base and teammate Todd Zeile launches one. It looks like a sure home run. He begins trotting around the bases before the screaming and yelling of the fans and coaches alert him that the ball never made it out of the yard. He tries to make up for time by breaking into a sprint, but by this time, the Yankees have a play at the plate and he is thrown out on what should have been an easy run for the Mets. A heartbreaking low.
How does anyone, let alone a kid from a Dominican village, get over letting down his teammates and fans one of the biggest cities in the world and on the largest stage there is for the game? I can’t imagine. He would play in five World Series games that year going 2-17 before having to sit and watch the Yankees celebrate their World Series title.
Maybe New York City was too much for him. Another new language, new teammates, big expectations, etc…it would be hell on anyone. But he didn’t give up. He started 2001 back in Norfolk. Before long, he was back in The Big Apple and would play in 372 games with the Mets up through 2003 hitting .276 with 18 homers and 114 RBI. But as he seemed to be adjusting, he would be traded in 2004 to the Chicago White Sox and a smaller bench role.
It would begin a new part of his life where you can imagine that when he woke up each day, it may have taken a while to figure out where he was. In 2004 and 2005, he played sparingly for the Sox, but was a part of their 2005 World Series championship team, despite only getting one at bat in the Series. In 2006, the Reds would offer him a minor league contract that he would take. Two months later, he would be traded to St. Louis and assigned to their minor league team. Finally, on June 2, 2006, he was given another chance and brought back to the big leagues. At 31 years old, this might be his last chance.
Stepping into the box, several things must have been going through his head. Sadly, what he should have been worried about was what was heading toward his head. In his first at bat back up in the show, he was hit in the head by a pitch. It didn’t keep him down and he would split time between the Cards and AAA Memphis Redbirds before being released in August.
Then the Tigers came calling. Our guy was sent to the Toledo Mud Hens and started hitting again. He would make the AAA All-Star team and be the MVP of the game going 3-4 with 2 RBI. The Tigers would call him up in July after he was leading the International League in hits, runs, doubles, and being second in batting average, while hitting 10 home runs in 91 games. In 29 games in Detroit, he would hit .389/.427/.533 and appeared to have found a home. The thing is, the Tigers weren’t interested in a part-time outfielder in his early 30’s. He would never play in the majors again.
He kept playing baseball, though. Our man was on the Caribbean Series winning team, the Licey Tigers in 2008. And when not playing at home in the Dominican Republic, he would stick around in Toledo before being released by the Tigers early in 2009. From there, he would head to the Mexican League and hit .323 in 77 games for Rojos del Aguila de Veracruz. Then, he would hit .338 in 21 games for the New Jersey Jackals of the independent Can-Am League in 2009.
And he is still playing. This year, he is with the AAA farm club of the Los Angeles Dodgers, the Albuquerque Isotopes, where he is hitting .295 with 1 homer and 6 RBI in 16 games. At this point he could probably be hitting .400 and wouldn’t get called up. He is 35 years old. In baseball years, he might as well be 60. Why is he still playing?
It can’t be the money. It’s not the fame. It’s not the groupies. It’s not for any kind of legacy.
It’s because of the love of the game, the same love he had as a teenager back home. The sounds and smells of the park. The crack of the bat. The feeling of success when legging out a double off of some 20 year old prospect that thinks he owns the world. It’s for baseball, the only consistent thing in the man’s life.
Baseball is life to Timo Perez.
And that’s why Timo will always be one of my Tigers. He’s not a hired gun like Johnny Damon is or Gary Sheffield was. He’s not a prodigy that the game was made for like Justin Verlander or Miguel Cabrera. He’s just a guy that plays baseball because he loves it.
Thanks for playing, Timo. Thanks for the countless miles you’ve traveled by foot, bus, train, or airplane to play the game you love. I wish we would have had room for you on the ballclub.
Don F-cking Kelly had to have a spot on the team. Weird game, this baseball. You have to be crazy to love it like Timo Perez does.
But he does. And guys like him are a big reason why I do, too.
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I received this in email from my brother in law and I must be honest - it frightened the life out of me... I can't believe that some drivers in the USA really drive like this ? Blimey! My husband Rob (who is an ex-taxi driver) drives like a speed nut, but I thought others weren't quite as bad as that.
This video is the best argument I can think of for stopping completely, looking both ways (and all around) before entering an intersection! Even then, you cannot guarantee that some ' nutter ' wouldn't be on the road at the same time.
Drive safely and have a great week !
Cheers from the land of the Tartan, Love Kate xxx.
1. Justin Verlander: 23%
2. Miguel Cabrera: 17%
3. Brandon Inge: 15%
4. Brennan Boesch: 11%
5. Magglio Ordonez: 9%
The only other guys above 2% were Austin Jackson with 6% of the vote and Joel Zumaya with 4%. That’s all fine and well, but what does this have to do with anything over here at DesigNate Robertson?
It pisses me off, that’s what. JV and Cabrera, I get. Inge has a popularity that I will never understand as long as I live. My beef is the lack of respect for the man I voted for, Magglio Ordonez.
I mean, what does he have to do to get some love? He’s in his sixth season as a Tiger and all he’s done over that time is hit .320/.383/.493 and an OPS+ of 128. He’s hit 95 homers, 167 doubles, and drove in 468 runs. Oh yeah, he also hit a little home run in the 2006 ALCS that you may remember (or may not) that sent the Tigers to their first World Series since 1984. He’s never been a problem in the locker room. He’s nice to fans and can often be spotted chatting with them in right field. And who could forget the hair?
But yeah, Boesch and his 85 career plate appearances is the more popular player. Is it because Magglio is Venezualan? Is it because he’s getting older? Is it because people are caught up in the Boesch-A-Mania that will most likely be non-existent two months from now? Does he make too much money?
I don’t know. But I still love you, Maggs. You had me at “Hola”.
You had me at “Hola”. (learn Spanish, jerks)
Okay, enough crying. For poops and giggles, I decided to rank the rest of the Tiger 40 man roster from my most favorite Tiger down to my least favorite. Keep in mind, #4-#35 on this list tends to change by the hour. Here we go.
1. Magglio Ordonez
2. Justin Verlander
JV is the master and the ruler of the world.
3. Miguel Cabrera
4. Austin Jackson
Yes, the kid has grown on me very quickly. Curtis Granderson? Never heard of him.
5. Johnny Damon
Hate on him all you want. He is the most professional hitter on the team and was the perfect replacement for Polanco in the #2 slot.
6. Joel Zumaya
I’m so glad to see Zoom back in form this year. Chicks dig the heater; guess I do, too. Plus he jumped into me in the crowd celebrating after Magglio’s ’06 homer and we formed a bond.
7. Rick Porcello
Kid Rick is going to form one hell of a duo with JV over the years for us as soon as he can find himself an out pitch to compliment his sinker.
8. Ryan Perry
Coolest tattoos on the team. Granted, that’s not saying much.
9. Jose Valverde
Dance, fatty. Dance. And keep kicking ass.
10. Ramon Santiago
The little Tiger that could. Amazing since I hated him so much when he and Omar Infante first came up.
11. Ryan Raburn
I know. But he’s like the special needs kid on the team. I can’t help but root for him.
12. Brennan Boesch
Take a pitch, son. You remind me too much of Randall Simon. Like the early production, though.
13. Phil Coke
He’s like Nate Robertson, except with talent.
14. Fu-Te Ni
Made in Taiwan, but hopefully has found a home in the D.
15. Max Scherzer
The only guy I’ve been wrong about this year. Hopefully his time in Toledo helps him to figure things out. Still the coolest eyes ever on a human being.
16. Carlos Guillen
I’ve just never been much of a Guillen fan. Probably because of his ability to get hurt while checking his watch.
17. Adam Everett
Best hair on the list. At least until Jeff Larish finds his way back onto the 40 man roster.
18. Jeremy Bonderman
Would be ten spots higher if he was able to learn a changeup.
19. Alex Avila
Has potential and Daddy’s backing. Plus has amusing facial hair growing ability.
20. Bobby Seay
May never pitch for us again. Did a fine job, though.
21. Dontrelle Willis
Classy guy. Still rooting for him to overcome being nuts.
22. Eddie Bonine
Learned a knuckler and got himself out of my bottom five. Eddie’s growing on me.
23. Jacob Turner
Haven’t seen him pitch yet. But I’m enjoying what I hear.
24. Brandon Inge
Sigh. I do love his glove. Hate everything else.
25. Daniel Schlereth
Like Turner, I can’t wait to see what he’s got. Can’t stand his old man, though.
26. Ryan Strieby
Trade bait. The new Mike Hessman?
27. Scott Sizemore
Like Scherzer, I hope he can figure things out in T-Town. His glove is worse than I thought it would be, too.
28. Zach Miner
My feelings change on Zach every time I see him pitch. Probably because he looks like the dentist elf from “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer”.
29. Armando Galarraga
Scary looking lesbians frighten me.
30. Gerald Laird
My patience is about to run out with G-Lard.
31. Wilkin Ramirez
Needs to cut down on the K’s.
32. Casper Wells
Need to see more of him to have a better opinion.
33. Jay Sborz
34. Brad Thomas
Sorry, Dave. Still don’t understand this one.
35. Danny Worth
Still Worth-less. Prove me wrong, kid.
36. Audy Ciriaco
Has done nothing to offend me. Yet.
37. Brent Dlugach
Our minor league infielders have annoying names.
38. Clete Thomas
Should be taken to the vet and put to sleep.
39. Alfredo Figaro
Fernando Rodney’s cousin. Enough said.
40. Don Kelly
Sneaky hate spirals begin simply enough. In fact, that is one of the hallmarks of sneaky hate spirals - they are merely the confluence of many unremarkable annoyances.
Your day begins poorly.
The turning point:
The turning point is usually a minor but slightly jarring incident, initiated by some force of nature that cannot be blamed or scolded - like gravity or sleeplessness or wind. That last specification is very important. In order to send you into truly batshit crazy hysterics, the final straw must cause anger that cannot rationally be directed outward in any way.