<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:02:30.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back the Bullpen Car!</title><subtitle type='html'>We want the bullpen car back.  Bring it back to us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367319129104841141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-113081972277545183</id><published>2005-10-31T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:35:22.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Suckage</title><content type='html'>If Larry Lucchino had a really nice bullpen car, with onboard navigation and all those really nice whosits, I'm sure he would find a way to alienate it and make it leave too.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it would squirt oil all over Dan Shaughnessy first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-113081972277545183?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/113081972277545183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=113081972277545183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/113081972277545183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/113081972277545183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/10/teh-suckage.html' title='Teh Suckage'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14788908422677791135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111285011342453099</id><published>2005-04-07T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:01:53.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a new baseball Boy and Girls Club ad out</title><content type='html'>With Derek Lowe and Carlos Beltran and Pedro Martinez and some other guy that I missed because I was too busy plotzing over DLowe and Pedro in NEW UNIFORMS  *insert multiple pained frowny face emoticons here* playing with hideous small children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's a lot of be said about this ad (why that particular selection of players?  to give me MAXIMUM AGONY?  maybe they should have thrown Dave Roberts in there too just for the heck of it), but there was a bit of it that's pertinent to this humble little operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro, in the commercial, took the field in a cart.  Not quite a bullpen car, it was more of a trainer's cart.  But Pedro was driving it, just barrelling along, big grin on his face,  his hair flapping, all in his stinky ugly gray and blue and orange Mets uniform and whatnot.  *insert more frowny face emoticons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if we had gotten a bullpen car in Fenway we could have enticed Pedro to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111285011342453099?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111285011342453099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111285011342453099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111285011342453099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111285011342453099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-new-baseball-boy-and-girls.html' title='There is a new baseball Boy and Girls Club ad out'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111250474348394867</id><published>2005-04-03T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:06:15.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These things take time.</title><content type='html'>The Tigers had a season preview bit on TV today, and part of it involved the camera following around (third baseman) Brandon Inge and (minor league catcher) Chris Shelton as they attempted to golf (they both sucked).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the two of them were rocketing around in the golf cart, and Inge leaned out to say, "It's always dangerous to get Shelton and me in a golf cart."  He then paused thoughtfully and added, "We've been known to flip a few."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then ran over someone's ball as it sat on the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Detroit Tigers:  perhaps not ready for the responsibilities of the bullpen car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111250474348394867?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111250474348394867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111250474348394867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111250474348394867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111250474348394867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/04/these-things-take-time.html' title='These things take time.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111230523006809969</id><published>2005-03-31T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:40:58.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 2 Knows What's Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="bbdate"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div id="bbcontainertxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Braves clinch the National League East with a win over the Phillies, setting off a wild celebration in their locker room. Disaster strikes, though, when shortstop Rafael Furcal, a little tipsy from the champagne, runs over John Smoltz with a bullpen car and knocks him out of the playoffs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=baseball/calendar/september/october&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111230523006809969?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111230523006809969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111230523006809969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111230523006809969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111230523006809969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/page-2-knows-whats-up.html' title='Page 2 Knows What&apos;s Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367319129104841141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111177391034524715</id><published>2005-03-25T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:45:13.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can be used as currency!</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;img style="width: 266px; height: 254px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/tekfiend33/making%20a%20point/BUCKET.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever heard the expression, “I’d trade him for a bucket of baseballs?” No? I have. In fact, I’m pretty sure that Rickey Henderson was actually traded for a bucket of baseballs a few years ago. At the time, he was playing for the Independent League Newark Bears and the Dodgers decided they wanted him for the stretch fun. Emphasis on “run.” (Ha! See what I did there with the punning? Woo boy, such comedic genius you did not know to expect from this blog!). Anyway, apparently there’s some super secret rule that mandates that if a major league team wants a player from an independent league team, no compensation need be offered. But oftentimes, as a show of good faith, the big league club tosses a little something the indie club’s way. In &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Henderson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s case I’m pretty sure the Bears asked for and received a bucket of baseballs from the Dodgers. I’d look up the exact details but frankly Googling “Rickey Henderson traded for baseballs” gives you way, way, way too many sites.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This brings me, in a very roundabout way, to my point. If teams had bullpen cars, they could be used as currency in minor trades. The Red Sox just shipped outfielder Adam Hyzdu (Hyzzzddduuuuuuu?) to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;San   Diego&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for pitcher Blaine Neal (bastards). Now, the Padres already have Brian Giles, Freddy Guzman, Ryan Klesko, Xavier Nady, Mark Sweeney and Dave Roberts (WHEELS!), plus a few minor leaguers to patrol the grass at Petco. I’m not sure they needed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;one. That seems like a surplus of outfielders and there’s sure to be some bottlenecking. Perhaps they were looking to simply unload a pitcher without getting someone in return that would potentially take up a roster spot. Enter the bullpen car (cue trumpets). Reasons why this would work:&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It’s better than cash because it’s already of practical use.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It’s mutually beneficial to everyone on the pitching staff in that it does not favor right-handers more than left-handers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It makes the kids happy.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The receiving team can cut down on those freak, turf related injuries sustained by players from walking in from the bullpen on Astro-turf. (Maybe that’s only in football. Either way).&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The team that gives up the bullpen car doesn’t lose a player that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; (*waves hand*) have come to love.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Said bullpen car can be used to carry all those buckets of baseballs.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And dude, bullpen car.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The St. Louis Cardinals are already &lt;a href="http://stlcardinals.scout.com/2/359250.html"&gt;advocating &lt;/a&gt;trading Rick Ankiel for “a bullpen car and a bag of balls.” Seems a bit greedy to me but the principle is sound.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really think this has promise. This could work. This is sound reasoning. Now, who has Selig’s number? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111177391034524715?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111177391034524715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111177391034524715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111177391034524715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111177391034524715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-be-used-as-currency.html' title='Can be used as currency!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111172475355859945</id><published>2005-03-24T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T20:26:27.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm reading Foul Ball, and wouldn't you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Fifth inning and we're down 3-2.  Bases loaded, nobody out.  I'm warmed up.  I get the signal.  I climb into the golfcart that will take me to the mound.  Yankee Stadium, and my heart is thumping under my warm-up jacket.  It feels like a World Series.  As the cart rolls along the clay track in left field I hear the fans saying, "Hey, that looks like Bouton."  "Yeah, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Bouton."  My public.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouton, Jim.  &lt;u&gt;Ball Four&lt;/u&gt;.  Orig. © 1970 Wiley Publishing Inc., New York, NY.  Page 216-217.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely little cameo, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111172475355859945?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111172475355859945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111172475355859945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111172475355859945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111172475355859945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-im-reading-foul-ball-and-wouldnt.html' title='So I&apos;m reading Foul Ball, and wouldn&apos;t you know...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111163181601600432</id><published>2005-03-23T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T18:36:56.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from a Relief Pitcher</title><content type='html'>Dear Bullpen Car Girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire the work y'all are doing.  I was talking with an old reliever a couple months ago and he was telling me how he beat the crap out of some smug jerk back in the day during one of them old donnybrooks.  It was a great story, but it made me a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Y'see,  every time there's a fight, us relievers end up looking like tools.  We run out across the field--and let's face it, we're not very speedy--and by the time we get to home plate, the fight's over and we've done nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shitkicker, girls.  And just for once, I'd like to get up in some bitchass punk's grille and let him know it.  The bullpen car would help me get to the fight faster, and us relievers would finally get some credit for being badasses.  Because that's what I am.  I smoke my own meats, y'know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for all your hard work.  And is any of you free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off like a prom dress,&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous reliever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111163181601600432?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111163181601600432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111163181601600432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111163181601600432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111163181601600432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/message-from-relief-pitcher.html' title='A Message from a Relief Pitcher'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367319129104841141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111153837004081831</id><published>2005-03-22T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:40:55.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/tekfiend33/Bullpen%20Car/bear.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.parkjeep.com/gemcar.shtml"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, our efforts are working. (At least, I assume it's our efforts that are having an effect and not just some big, corporate, money-grubbing scheme. Nope, all us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to Global Electric Motorcar (GEM) company and Park Jeep, the Minnesota Twins and their lovable mascot, TC Bear, have a new zero emissions, 4 passenger GEM car as their bullpen car. TC Bear will bring relief pitchers into the game via this vehicle. Special modifications were made by Park Jeep to accommodate TC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Twinkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111153837004081831?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111153837004081831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111153837004081831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111153837004081831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111153837004081831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-working.html' title='It&apos;s Working!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111138261454404166</id><published>2005-03-21T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:23:49.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Bullpen Car Limerick</title><content type='html'>There once was a lazy reliever&lt;br /&gt;Whom walking put into a fever.&lt;br /&gt;If we bring back the car&lt;br /&gt;He won't have to go far,&lt;br /&gt;And his coaches can all take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you kids, but &lt;i&gt;I've&lt;/i&gt; never seen a more compelling and well-worded argument for bringing back the bullpen car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111138261454404166?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111138261454404166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111138261454404166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111138261454404166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111138261454404166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/return-of-bullpen-car-limerick.html' title='Return of the Bullpen Car Limerick'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111118010266082282</id><published>2005-03-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:08:22.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111118010266082282?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111118010266082282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111118010266082282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111118010266082282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111118010266082282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14788908422677791135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111111698000944906</id><published>2005-03-17T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:37:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charge of The Bullpen Car Brigade</title><content type='html'>(With apologies to Alfred Tennyson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety feet, ninety feet &lt;br /&gt;ninety feet onward&lt;br /&gt;Onto the Field of Play&lt;br /&gt;Drove the Sox Bullpen&lt;br /&gt;"Forward the Bullpen Cars,&lt;br /&gt;Warm up the arms!" He said&lt;br /&gt;On to the field of play &lt;br /&gt;Drove the Sox Bullpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forward the Left Hander!"&lt;br /&gt; Embree went out there, though&lt;br /&gt;They know he pitched&lt;br /&gt;Two innings the game before then&lt;br /&gt;Theirs not to make reply&lt;br /&gt;Theirs not to reason why&lt;br /&gt;Their but to pitch and die&lt;br /&gt;Onto the field of Play &lt;br /&gt;Rode the Sox Bullpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slugger to the right of them&lt;br /&gt;Slugger to the  left of them&lt;br /&gt;Bunter in front of them&lt;br /&gt;Bloop hits, pinch-running men&lt;br /&gt;Batted at wih foul and grounder&lt;br /&gt;Silently pitching, not to flounder&lt;br /&gt;Onto to the field of Play,&lt;br /&gt;Ino Yankee Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Rode the Sox Bullpen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will their ERA fade?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the great saves they made&lt;br /&gt;Closers and Setup Men&lt;br /&gt;Remember the holds they made&lt;br /&gt;Those longmen and LOOGYS brave&lt;br /&gt;Noble Sox Bullpen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111111698000944906?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111111698000944906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111111698000944906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111111698000944906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111111698000944906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/charge-of-bullpen-car-brigade.html' title='Charge of The Bullpen Car Brigade'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14788908422677791135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111103614363068062</id><published>2005-03-17T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:10:19.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you procrastinate.</title><content type='html'>Quick and nasty, but I figure I may as well post it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v227/BostonFaninMichigan/wowthatwasfast.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why we can never, ever let Kevin Millar get his hands on the bullpen car once our glorious crusade reaches its ultimate, fruitful conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111103614363068062?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111103614363068062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111103614363068062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111103614363068062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111103614363068062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-what-happens-when-you.html' title='This is what happens when you procrastinate.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111103186853875099</id><published>2005-03-16T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:59:00.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a challenge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/tekfiend33/Bullpen%20Car/bullpen_car-350.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, girls, let's &lt;a href="http://www.baseballgeeks.com/cgi-bin/bbs/thread.pl?1-788"&gt;prove 'em wrong! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111103186853875099?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111103186853875099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111103186853875099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111103186853875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111103186853875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/is-that-challenge.html' title='Is that a challenge?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111093452548813644</id><published>2005-03-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T16:57:33.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Economics of The Bullpen Car</title><content type='html'>I do agree with Sam that there should be some kind of  bullpen car revenue-sharing. But I think we should go further.&lt;br /&gt;A bullpen car cap. &lt;br /&gt;But also, a bullpen car floor, financially. So Vince Naimoli couldn't be a cheapskate about it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the appearance of the major leagues is at stake. Imagine if the Yankees came out with ( as someone suggested on the SG Message Board) a bullpen Hummer, because that's what they do, and all Tampa Bay had was a golf cart, covered in a blanket, with stitches drawn on with magic marker? And there would be one kinda flat tire, and it would be veering around, and everyone would boo. And then Lou Piniella would storm out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't some trivial thing like player contracts we're talking about. This is the bullpen car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have Scott Boras representing Joe Bullpencarguy, and telling Kansas City  that JB will only build and drive their bullpen car if he gets a suite for road games, and then threatening that he's got an offer from the Rangers which includes a road suite and a no-trade, driving KC out of the running.  So KC has to go draft a bullpencar guy out of Cal Tech. He's got good building skills, but no control, and he runs over Nelson De la Rosa during an interleague game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why we need the Bullpen Car cap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111093452548813644?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111093452548813644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111093452548813644' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111093452548813644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111093452548813644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/economics-of-bullpen-car.html' title='The Economics of The Bullpen Car'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14788908422677791135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111086329650969990</id><published>2005-03-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:09:30.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I assume you kids saw this,</title><content type='html'>but &lt;a href="http://joyofsox.blogspot.com/2005/03/curt-set-to-throw-simulated-game.html" target="_blank"&gt;Joy of Sox&lt;/a&gt; suggests we 'print up tshirts with that logo'.  Heh.  Should I whip up a tshirt logo?  The one  up there isn't exactly sized for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pertinently, would the universal use of the bullpen car positively influence certain pitchers more than others?  I mean, other than the sheer joy to be had from utilizing such a vehicle, what about relievers like Jim Mecir, he of the surgically-corrected clubfeet and permanent limp?  OK, so there's pretty much only one Jim Mecir, but still, you see the point here.  What about a notoriously overweight and lazy pitcher, your basic David Wells or Franklyn German body type?  Might they perform differently if they had the luxury of a snazzy baseball-shaped car in which to frolic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to consider-- would bullpen cars be standardized across teams and leagues?  Would everyone have the same car, decorated differently, or would teams make the cars on their own?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee complex conflicts of interest:  for instance, in Detroit the various automotive companies would compete to create a spectacular bullpen car, with Ford eventually winning out because Ford owns Detroit (you think I kid.  I do not kid).  But then the Tigers' owner, Mike Illitch, who also owns Little Ceasers, would insist that the bullpen car feature a giant bust of the distinctive Little Ceasers mascot on the roof.  The public complains that there isn't enough bling on the car, and the rims aren't spinning authoritatively enough.  The Motown, Garage Rock, and Techno factions begin to war over who gets to dominate the bullpen car sound system.  Chaos and anarchy ensues.  Detroit burns.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you and I know the benefits of the bullpen car.  But is the league ready for it?  After all, with great comedic potential comes great responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what about dirt-poor teams like the Royals or, I don't know, the A's?  Does the league enact some new sort of revenue sharing to ensure that these teams are not stuck driving bullpen cars built by Saturn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111086329650969990?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111086329650969990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111086329650969990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111086329650969990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111086329650969990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-assume-you-kids-saw-this.html' title='I assume you kids saw this,'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111090928291617204</id><published>2005-03-15T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:56:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullpen Bumper Cars</title><content type='html'>What if these were shaped like baseballs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/tekfiend33/Bullpen%20Car/2scooter.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that's not the greatest idea in the history of ever. Or better yet, forget those tired sausage races in Milwaukee. Bullpen car races! It's genius, I tell you, genius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111090928291617204?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111090928291617204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111090928291617204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111090928291617204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111090928291617204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/bullpen-bumper-cars.html' title='Bullpen Bumper Cars'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111077125159231944</id><published>2005-03-13T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:35:29.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Publicist's Dream</title><content type='html'>Trust me, you want &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/media/2001/q3/mlb_010705paxv.avi"&gt;this man&lt;/a&gt;, driving this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 187px; height: 140px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/tekfiend33/Bullpen%20Car/d8_1_b.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111077125159231944?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111077125159231944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111077125159231944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111077125159231944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111077125159231944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/publicists-dream.html' title='A Publicist&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111067620695853116</id><published>2005-03-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T17:14:07.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitchers on Wheels</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine how much more fun it would be if this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v138/HooTheHoo/icons/GolfCartFun.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shaped like a baseball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic from &lt;a href="http://www.redsox.com"&gt; redsox.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111067620695853116?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111067620695853116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111067620695853116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111067620695853116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111067620695853116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/pitchers-on-wheels.html' title='Pitchers on Wheels'/><author><name>Hoothehoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07286240443926830919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111066215543702346</id><published>2005-03-12T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:15:55.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But a fantastic dream...</title><content type='html'>The following is a likely scenario that would happen if a bullpen car was brought back to Fenway Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:    &lt;/span&gt;THE BULLPEN CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt; We so need one of those bullpen cars again. There would be no end to the hilarity. Millar can be the bullpen car driver. Or they can carry an extra roster spot for the bullpen car driver. Tell me you would not tune in specifically to see Youks driving that thing out to the bullpen and returning with Foulke riding shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:    &lt;/span&gt;It is SHAPED like a baseball. That is too damn wonderful. OH OH OH OH! BEST IDEA EVER, KRISTEN!!!! And David Wells could take it from the mound to the dugout when he pitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt;  Is that far enough to require a breathalyzer test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;    Oh, he'd have to be driven.  You never let Wells touch the steering wheel of the bullpen car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt; But you just know that one day in like, mid June or something, Wells would get hammered before a game, lock Youks in the manager's office and steal the bullpen car keys. They'd annouce the starting lineup and everyone would be all, 'Where's Wells?" and then the garage door opens and the bullpen car comes out with Wells behind the wheel, weaving all over the field and doing donuts in center with Youks chasing him. He'd run the car into the third base bag and stall it. And then a teeny, little airbag would explode and knock Wells out. It'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt; We have to bring back the bullpen car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt; Somehow Millar is involved in this too. I think he probably pantses Youks and pushes him into Terry's office. And Manny is totally standing on the base line and clapping like a little kid while he watches this happen.    Varitek is watching it all disapprovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;    Because he's given orders to his teammates.  And they aren't listening!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, and he's the captain, dammit. You have to listen to the captain. Edgah is slowly backing into the dugout, afraid of being run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;    Edgar and Bellhorn are in the clubhouse, not talking, waiting for it to end so they can play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt;    I think they're eating jellybeans. And Nixon is stalking around looking for someone to fight.    And since it's technically a DWI, Schilling runs out to the bullpen car and attempts to put Wells under citizen's arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:    &lt;/span&gt;And Bill Mueller is rushing about trying to find Matt Clement's inhaler, because you KNOW he's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt;    And his epi-pen. Mantei is just shaking his head, trying to figure out how long before he can don a toga and start doing kegstands, because he looks like that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy:&lt;/span&gt;    Orsillo has to sit on Remdawg to keep him from leaving the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt; Theo rushes the field, trying to restore order, yelling, "I'll void your contracts! I'll void your contracts!" but Millar catches up to him and pantses him on the pitchers' mound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holly:&lt;/span&gt;    So, who TP's the foul poles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen:&lt;/span&gt;    Johnny Damon, but he slips and knocks himself unconscious.    All of this would happen if we just brought back the bullpen car. I see no reason why this shouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't honestly tell me that you don't want to see that happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111066215543702346?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111066215543702346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111066215543702346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066215543702346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066215543702346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/but-fantastic-dream.html' title='But a fantastic dream...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07036373789172911608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7MVXKvKWU0Q/SeiaOhqNVmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CjJxctdLvO0/S220/blogheadshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111066185319620930</id><published>2005-03-12T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:12:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullpen Car Hall of Fame, Charter Member</title><content type='html'>While Sam is making the logo, I must honor one of the most well known bullpen cars in baseball, real or fictional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Wahoo Bullpen Car, of the Cleveland Indians. Make that the &lt;i&gt;fictional&lt;/i&gt; Cleveland Indians, of the movie &lt;b&gt; Major League.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not well known in the mainstream, CW is one of the most instrumental bullpen cars in movie history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When catcher Jake Taylor spotted his love interest Lynn in the stands during a late season game, he knew he had to go after her. Yet his own car was in the far parking lot, and he knew he had to go after her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who stepped up to the plate? That's right, Chief Wahoo. He sacrificed his own rest and relaxation, and drove all the way to the Cleveland Suburbs, so that Jake could go off and  find his lady love. That love eventually meant he had the courage to lay down the bunt that scored Willie Mays Hays, beating the Yankees and sending  the Indians to the ALCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all because of Chief Wahoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not mock the wonder that is the bullpen car, lest you find yourself in a similarly tough spot. The bullpen car might be your romantic savior some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111066185319620930?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111066185319620930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111066185319620930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066185319620930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066185319620930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/bullpen-car-hall-of-fame-charter.html' title='Bullpen Car Hall of Fame, Charter Member'/><author><name>Emma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14788908422677791135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111066108202629493</id><published>2005-03-12T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:58:02.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know about you kids, but I'm inspired.</title><content type='html'>There once was a car like a ball&lt;br /&gt;That really was rather quite small.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let Millar steer it,&lt;br /&gt;Or we'd all have to fear it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure he'd drive right at a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111066108202629493?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111066108202629493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111066108202629493' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066108202629493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111066108202629493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know-about-you-kids-but-im.html' title='I don&apos;t know about you kids, but I&apos;m inspired.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09372295064122183744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kwp5KNB-LtM/SLIfvbMbhPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Zw_m88eXOSE/S220/cookingbaseball.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11403240.post-111065936667716973</id><published>2005-03-12T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:29:26.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>This blog is devoted to Major League Baseball bringing back the joy that is the bullpen car.  We will outline very practical ideas as to why this should happen, and pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11403240-111065936667716973?l=bullpencar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/feeds/111065936667716973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11403240&amp;postID=111065936667716973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111065936667716973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11403240/posts/default/111065936667716973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bullpencar.blogspot.com/2005/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06367319129104841141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
