On this, one of the most anticipated days in the history of baseball blogging, Brad "Tatar Salad" Wilkerson, he of the name of my blog, has decided to hang up his cleats after he had been relegated to the AAA reserve roster. Apparently, he lost his fire to compete. I would lose my fire when I'm going 0-4 with 2 K's on most nights in my career.
In the above picture, it shows Brad "Showtime" Wilkerson in his most natural state, swinging at a ball (and missing, obviously) that is so far out of the strike zone that ... well, insert your own joke.
It's a shame that the legacy of Brad "Too Much" Wilkerson will have to live on on the pages of my blog, which was created solely to besmirch the "good" name of Brad "No Love" Wilkerson.
Now, I wait 6 years until his enshrinement into the National Baseball Hall Of Fame. His plaque should wear the hat of the Expos, and his numerous records and accomplishments will be listed in reverse alpha order. It will be short list, because "clown shoes of the year" and "most strikeouts by a pedophile" are NOT legitimate records in MLB's books. Although they should be.
Well, I bid you adu Brad "Papa Come Home" Wilkerson. What a career.
He finishes up with a .247 batting average (very John McDonald of him) and actually a pretty good .350 on base percentage. His 122 home runs rank him first among convicted sex offenders as well. Congrats

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