I was a Looper for the Lama...

A new pitcher for the Brewers this year, Braden Looper, looks like he is smiling all the time.


And we all know how I feel about smiling too much. While I just like smiling (smiling's my favorite!) I think there is such a thing as way to much smiling *coughRachelRaycough.* Now granted Looper just might makes faces when he pitches, everyone does it. But it is a little creepy. He just grins away. He grins while batting too.


It makes me think of dear old Davy Crockett. Do we all know what he did to bears? Besides kilt them when he was only three? He grinned them down. Perhaps Looper is just taking a page out of Davy's book. Maybe he is trying to grin the batters down. Who knows?



See look:

And yes I did make him wearing a Brewer uniform. I could have looked for a picture of him in one on JSonline or something but I just did a google image search. Anyway. Do you see the grin? Imagine that for 6-7 innings nonstop, kinda creepy right? Most pitchers mid-throw look like they hurt themselves or might poo. He just has a grin. A kind of painful looking one, but one nonetheless.

Ok fine! That picture doesn't really represent Davy Crockett smiling down a bear but who can say no to an image of ol' Crocket in his coon skin cap? No one. And if you can, then you're unamerican!

Does anybody know what the title of this post is from? Anybody...anybody...Bueller?

Caddyshack! Every time I hear his name I think of that movie. As well as Uggla or something like that. Dan Uggla I think it is. I could look but I'm too lazy. No, here I did. OhMiGosh! I was RIGHT! I knew it!

And odd enough, both reasons why are from this snippet from the movie.

Carl: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Alright well I must go. Big day tomorrow! First Brewer game of the season for me! And shhhh I might be playing hooky to go...but it is alright. We aren't doing anything really. I would say look for me on TV but the game isn't televised...so maybe I'll do something to get a shout out from Bob!

Hasta la pasta!