The Problem with Rick Ankiel

by Sooze, Babes Love Baseball

Rick Ankiel smoked a big, fat grand salami -- the first of his career -- for the go-ahead in the Cardinals' 8-5 win over the Reds Friday night.

Which brings me to this post where I will pretty much do nothing but drool over the failed pitcher turned hard lumber-swinging outfield sensation. I even had to create a new tag called "hot men" because for some stupid reason, there wasn't one, yet.

Long story short if you've been in a coma: (and if that's the case, welcome back!) So, the guy sucked at pitching. A lot. He walked away from the mound and didn't come back for a couple years.

After hitting 32 homers in the minors, he was called up on August 9th and nailed a 3-run shot in his first game back with the Cardinals. Then he hit 4 more bombs and drove in 14 more runs over the next 16 games.

You might be saying, "Oh, Sooze. You just love him for his chiseled cheek bones and hot ass. And gorgeous skin ...and pythons."

Let me assure you that I love him merely for his skills and the Cinderella story that he has become over the last month. There is just one thing cock-blocking him right now.

Ditch the flavor saver, pal.

For the longest time I told myself that maybe it was just a shadow. I mean, it was nothing like the bright red abomination hanging from Scott Spiezio's lower lip at one time.

I keep hope alive that every day I will wake up and he will have shaved it off. No such luck yet, but Ankiel continues to patrol the Cards outfield and thrive offensively. And that's hot.