Michael "Big Pelf" Pelfrey is in Wichita taking the plunge.
Pelfrey on proposing:
We were on a vacation to Jamaica. Had a great dinner, a little wine, and I said, "Hey let's go for a walk on the beach." Going through it, and asking, it's kind of a little nerve-wracking; it's a lot easier to go out and pitch in front of 50,000 people than propose.
Today begins the countdown to what we can only imagine will be a sad and devastating day in the history of the Ladies Locker Room... the pending nuptials of our man, Mike Pelfrey.
While we are beyond ecstatic at Big Pelf's happiness and love and joy, we can't help but mourn the loss of another good man. A great man. A true New York Metropolitan.
But really, Mike... congratulations. We are so happy for you. I mean, just look at our reactions when we heard the news.
I mean, truly. Who is happier for Mike and Angela than Stars and Boogie? Have you ever seen such joy?
Sigh... count it down with us and feel free to send shots of your elation to this wondrous news.
In Cody's defense, I would imagine you can only spend so much time around Dan Uggla before the evil starts to invade your being right to the core. Dramatic take? Yes, perhaps, but Cody's ridiculous outburst during last night's Mets-Marlins game leads me to believe he's either hot-headed to the point of endangering himself or just unfathomably stupid.
Last night in the bottom of the 2nd with 2 outs and a 2-2 count, Mike Pelfrey beaned Cody Ross in the elbow. Cody threw a hissy fit (though I suppose a Pelfrey rocket to the elbow can't feel nice) and began screaming expletives. He seemed to think it was a purposeful hit by Big Pelf. Big Pelf later responded with, "It was a 2-2 count. If anything I did him a favor."
The benches cleared and there was a bit of pushing but no real brawl ensued, which I was frankly hoping for. There are certain members of the Marlins organization that could use some sense knocked into them. Not to mention I would have killed to see the 6'7 pitcher knock out the 5'9 Ross. And I won't name names, but a certain #6 was conspicuously absent from the melee. His fists apparently can't cash the checks that his mouth is writing.
So no brawl, but the kicker? Next pitch Pelfrey picked off Ross. Guess he didn't do him much of a favor after all.
- stars
Only in the horrible homerun hitters park that is Philadelphia could a small child fall and not get hurt.
And only I would be jealous of this fall as it led straight into Big Pelf's arms.
-stars
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