While Sweet Lou Piniella prepares to say goodbye to the Devil Rays (and maybe hello to the Mets), a page from his past: and those World Series-sweeping 1990 Cincinnati Reds. This bit of history never made the commemorative VHS -- a heady mix to throw at you so early, but hey, that's what we do: those Reds (one of 'em buck naked), hookers and porn stars and strippers, a hot tub -- and Charlie Sheen. If it were a TV show, it'd be called 22 and a Half Men.
Deadspin, Gawker's sports-roving cousin, guesses the "fat, ugly" rub-a-dub-dub was Chris Sabo, who, frankly, I haven't heard or thought of for at least 15 years (and in this context, who would want to?). And Rob Dibble recalls the high jinks: "I actually blew the save that night."
Ah, September. What would it be without these kind of memories?
In case you missed it: The good news is the Red Sox are back to their usual (pre-2004) course of vanishing into the long New England winter, now out of first place after "arguably their worst loss of the season". The bad news is the Yankees have taken over.
On the PVR: The last two innings from St. Pete's last night. Someone misplaced Curt Schilling's bloody sock, Stephen King was nowhere in sight -- and Mike Timlin is 39! Take away the stretch marks, and it was vintage '91 Timlin, the same unsinking sinker, with a smattering of cellphones at the Trop and those pesky D-Rays taking the place of a packed but silenced SkyDome watching the Twins celebrate.