Advertisement
  Still
May 31 - June 6, 2004

 
Baseball Fans
Bleed Red...

 
Expos Manager
Tells All...

 
Five
Indestructible Brands...

 



Recent
SportsHoles:

End
Oliver Miller Is Very, Very Fat...

Redux
Ricky Henderson Won't Retire...

Farewell
Hockey Nears Extinction...

Baby
Why Hoops Stars Hate America...

Pick
The NFL Draft's Manning-Related Drama...

 
Frank Robinson Comes Clean: There Is No Rocky Biddle
We recently happened upon beleaguered Expos manager Frank Robinson, enjoying cervezas and cockfighting in the smoky basement of a San Juan nightclub. He agreed to speak with SportsHole on the record....

SPORTSHOLE: "So your team is struggling. If we were Peter Gammons we'd repeat that in italics: struggling. How are you holding up, Frank?"

FRANK ROBINSON: "Oh, I'm fine. It's a long season. We take 'em one game at a time. We're looking for answers. We're really battling. The coaches are doing a tremendous job. We've got great veteran leadership on this team. Um...did I mention that we take 'em one game at a time?"

SH: "Yeah, Frank, you did. So you're basically relying on sports clichés?"

FR: "Yup. And pagan gods."

SH: "Are you, at the age of 68, the best hitter on the Expos?"

FR: "Well, Terrmel Sledge is...."

SH: "We mean the Expos who haven't tested positive for steroids."

FR: "Then yeah, probably. But Tony Batista looks awfully good in BP."

SH: "Your players are killing our fantasy team. Do you care?"

FR: "Did I recommend that you stockpile Expos on your fantasy team?"

SH: "Well, errr...no. That's a fair point."

FR: "I sure as shit don't have any Expos on my fantasy team."

SH: "You play fantasy baseball?"

FR: "Who needs fantasy baseball more than the Montreal Expos' manager? You don't think I enjoy seeing Manny Ramirez in my starting lineup instead of Ron freakin' Calloway?"

SH: "Wow. So you don't feel compelled to trade away all your best fantasy players for Yankee farmhands, like in real life?"

FR: "Hell, no. But people still think I'll trade for any worthless stiff. Somebody just offered me Rocky Biddle. I mean, can you believe that shit? That dude sucks."

SH: "Frank, he's your closer. For real. Like, on those odd occasions when your team actually has a lead to begin the ninth inning, he's the guy you allow to pitch. Why? Why? Good grief, Frank, why?!"

FR: "Because Elias Sosa and Woodie Fryman aren't available."

SH: "C'mon, Frank. What about Luis Ayala? Chad Cordero?"

FR: "I'll let you in on a little secret: there is no Rocky Biddle."

SH: "You mean, you've had him killed?"

FR: "No, no. I mean, there really is no Rocky Biddle. He's an invention, a fictional character. Like Max Headroom.

(Stunned silence. Robinson continues....)

FR: "It's just a big, plush suit. Bud Selig thought it would be a nice idea to allow certain dignitaries---like senators who threaten to reexamine baseball's anti-trust exemption, for example---to pitch occasionally in high-leverage game situations. So he invented Rocky Biddle. Gives the old codgers a real kick."

SH: "So that explains the 7.16 ERA and 1.59 WHIP."

FR: "Heh, yeah. We let Dick Cheney wear the Biddle suit the other night. That old fart just got torched. Woo-eee. Fans were getting suspicious. I mean, he was throwing about 35, 36 miles per hour."

SH: "This is disturbing."

FR: "Can't beat fun at Hiram Bithorn Stadium."

Big Foam Finger


 


Do you want to be "Rocky Biddle" for a day?


Yes. I've sent my $39.95 to the management of Les Expos. I'm just waiting for my pitching date.

No. I'm a much, much better pitcher than Rocky Biddle.


Last Week's Poll:
Who is fatter?

Jabba The Hut. (36%) These aren't the 'droids we're looking for.

Oliver Miller. (63%) I grant that he's far less slimier than Jabba, but he's got just a bit less neck, too.