Draft Awards

Sadly, another draft has come and gone. Also, sadly our teams aren't posted and I can only remember about 6 of my players. Since there is nothing else to do and the fact that my body doesn't want me to do anything that involves me getting out of my chair, I want to take this time to borrow a page from The Academy and dole out some awards for this past weekend.

Stickiest shoes goes to: No brainer- Pucketteers
Best Artistry: Cowhide Joyride, a baseball diamond in the medium of highlighter
Most beers chugged: Bream Team, in a landslide
Most throwup in a toilet: Bream Team
Most throwup on Charles' Escalade: Bream Team
Most Green Liquid in the beaker that follows you around: Cowhide Joyride
Deepest V on a shirt: Re-Tods
Most outfit changes: Twinks & Bears
Largest rats this side of the Mason-Dixon Line: The bar we ended up at last night
Most times your phone number was given to an Asian Guy: Bream Team (1), 7 others tied at 0
Most food consumed during draft: Pucketteers (Pizza, 2 bags of stale baked cheetos, 3 bags of fresh regular cheetos, scorching hot sausage, a bowl of cool ranch and nacho cheese doritos, 1 hamburger......the fence never stood a chance
First guy topless: Somewhat of a Shocker, Seal Clubbers
Laser Frisbee launcher assassin: Business&Leather
Most well trained former Green Bay Packer: Shitface Dickfarts (Ray Nitschke didn't move an inch in 4 hours)
Best portrayal of a persona via outfit: Pinstripe Pirates (Yankee Jersey with Graybill on back, Frank the Tank undershirt, GoArmy backpack...If I drew a caricature of you, that is exactly what I'd draw)

And now our version of The Oscars' best picture......The award for best draft distraction.

Nominees are: Shitface Dickfarts (a crying baby), Business&Leather (taking forever on picks), Bream Team (wood glue shoe fill), Lord of Nations (pee pants and testicles)

And the winner is.....Lord of Nations....this is his second nomination and first win in this category


Please feel free to add other awards that I may have overlooked

Draft Week

It was the week of the draft and all through my day; I was doing nothing for which I receive pay.
Draft selection week was just enough to wet my tip; now my shaft is looking forward to take its own dip.
Injury reports, spreadsheets, and spring training games; all to get hammered and draft guys with cool names.
A bunch of grown dudes getting together and yelling out names; no doubt that shockers and reaches will take place on this day (just in case you missed it, the previous remark was gay)

Cole keeping 3 pitchers fucked everyone insane; then Wainright and Greinke made it a train.
Tod keeping 2 third sackers made that position thin; I pray to god I dont get stuck with A-Ram again.
Charles will no doubt go crazy when his new secret player is picked; look out secret player, Travis Hafner was once the muse for his dick.
Gerrad kept a team of all young men; never borrow his computer, you may be part of a federal investigation
Eric will no doubt reach for a Yank; new name won't help him, his team will always Tank
Cannon, 2 years 0 drafts, you should be ashamed; and while we're at, what the fuck is the meaning of your team name
Liv's draft day will again be bleak; because on draft day Jim Boeheim will be on vacation for the week

The more I type this the more lame it seems, so I will stop here because rhymes suck.

Venezuela Gets a Navy?

After signing a 7 year/$80.5 million contract, Rockies speedy outfielder is still not happy. Taking cue from last year's Stephen Strasburg and Oral-B coalition, Gonzalez has partnered with the most unlikely of counterparts. "My agent came to me with this propasal and I just couldn't pass it up," a hardly bilingual Gonzalez said through horrible english with a heapin helpin of thick Venezuelan mixed in. Now that the ink has dried on the deal, one thing is for sure, Carlos now has plenty of pockets to put all of his cash in.
The deal that Carlos Gonzalez is speaking of is his partnership with American clothes outfitter Old Navy. "When we were approached by their people for Carlos to help promote their summer line of cargo shorts, we knew it was a homerun!," said an almost giddy Lester Murdoch, agent for the newly inked spokesman. Terms for the deal remain undisclosed, although one can only speculate that it is quite a hefty sum.
As the softspoken centerfielder stepped up to the podium at his recent press conference, he mumbled into the mic "I love them, they have tons of room for stuff." "We'll have to work on that," said the giggling Murdoch. At the recent photo shoot to launch the new campaign, the photographer realized very quickly that serious was out as an option. "The kid's a, how you say, goofy moron toddler?" quipped Hans Van Persie, the photog tagged with capturing the youngster modeling his newly sponsored apparrel. "But all in all, that's exactly who I feel the company is marketing towards, so I feel we captured the essence of the campaign." Look for many more ads like the one above to hit bus benches and billboards this summer.
Last spring, young Mr. Strasburg may have started a trend, and not the one Adam Wainright followed yesterday. The flamethrower opened up new doors in the cross-promotiional world. No longer are athletes relegated to promoting sporting good stores or car dealerships. Now through marketing genius, they can help push all sorts of products. Without a doubt, there will be plenty more to follow.

Backstop Boys Team Logos

In preparation of the upcoming 2011 fantasy baseball season, Backstop Boys owners are tasked with creating a team logo that truly represents what each team is all about (shitty Microsoft Paint skills required). Unfortunately, several of the team owners are either 1)a nancy boy, 2)have no self confidence, or 3)simply suck at fantasy baseball, thus causing said owners to oft change his (hopefully none of you are categorized as her) team name. Perhaps the changing of one's team name is just the boost a team needs to kick start a run for the playoffs, after all, I myself have finished 2nd and 1st over the last 2 years since changing my team name to the now permanent, ever popular team name to be revealed later on in this blog post. Clearly by demeaning the players on my team, I have motivated them to excel and bring championships where they belong. It reminds me of the time Wes Welker did a little too much talking about some guy's foot fetish and said foot fetish guy proceeded to send Wes Welker home for the remainder of the season. It was such a great moment, it seemed like it was just yesterday, but I digress.

So without further ado, I present to you the team logo for the (Land)Man, the Myth, the Legend, the creator and owner of this blog, The Grand Punctuator:

Team Name: beefeaters (Not to be confused with beefeeders, b-feeters or anything else that sounds like a combination of the words beef and eaters)

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And for the moment we've all been waiting for, my hours and hours of Google Images searching and Microsoft Paint expertise have resulted in the following masterpiece:

Team Name: Shitface Dickfarts

And there you have it, the first 2 Backstop Boys team logos for 2011. Stay tuned for more shitty displays of Microsoft Paint at its finest. Good day sirs.

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And the latest entrant into the Backstop Boys Logo game...its the Pucketteers Owner with his rendition of a portly African-American in a European Hat biting a knife because his limbs were amputated due to his diabetes....I present to you...

Team Name: The Pucketteers

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Here's the first effort at the Re-Tods logo. Not too creative, but it is what it is. When you other slack asses figure out your logos, send them to us and we'll post them.

Team Name: The Re-Tods


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Sorry for the okie doke that I had to pull. The previous beefeaters image is in homage to my first 4 years of destitute performances with that moniker. A cleansing of demons if you will. I needed a new moniker with no previous baggage so I called upon my made up title that usually only goes on bachelor party emails or wedding gifts and stuff. I present to you, C.M., LoN. (Its a little disturbing how much Florida looks like the flaccid penis in all anatomy books)

Team Name: Lord of Nations




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I have this wonderful image of the huge scoreboard at the All Valley Karate Tournament where Daniel LaRusso's name along with the picture of the banzai tree in front of the sunset advancing in the bracket against the evil cobra pictures.....I can't help but feel that I need to be part of this magical 80's americana. I want my logo next to other logos on some sort of display board thing. With my dream in mind, can everyone please get a logo made so our draft board can also have these amazing works of art next to our team names?>

Rock the Vote

Pick one. They are labeled as follows Top=1 Bottom=4. Hopefully you turds can figure out the other 2.

.....And the 2nd Annual Salty Goes To.......

It's that time of the year gentlemen and squires. Time to anoint the most boner move of last year's Draftapalooza. Through much debate amongst The Commish and myself, we landed on these 4 names and their high sodium chloride content. The criteria we came up with are as follows: 1)The most obvious, if the pick is high overall and the player just flat out sucks eggs, 2) The player is injured at the time of the draft, still drafted relatively high, and never performs worth a shit **We decided that players drafted high and got injured during the season is not the fault of the owner and therefor not eligible for the Salty. The question I pose to you, voters of Backstop Boyville, is who is the saltiest?

VOTE TO THE RIGHT!!

Zobrist: 6th overall .238 avg, 10HR, 75RBI, 77R, 24SB Yahoo Rank 202
Sandoval: 11th overall .268 avg, 13HR, 63RBI, 61R, 3 SB Yahoo Rank 294
Sizemore: 36th overall .211avg, 0HR, 13RBI, 15R, 4SB Yahoo Rank 1250
Roberts: 58th overall .278 avg, 4HR, 15RBI, 28R,12SB Yahoo Rank 1062

**For those of you who are awesome and recognized the picture above, my eternal respect is yours. For those of you who are dumb idiotheads, that menacing face belongs to the Iodizer, arch nemesis of the Immature Radioactive Samurai Slugs, the "Tiny Toons" version of TMNT. Throughout all the episodes the Iodizer would try and shoot salt out of his fingers onto the slugs to kill them. In my favorite episode, the Samurai Slugs are tailed by the Iodizer into a bar that is full of deer belly up to the bar crushing beers. Just when you think The Slugs have met their match and are cornered by the Iodizer, one of the deer mentions that the bar is out of saltlick, and at this point The Slugs point out that the Iodizer is full of salt, the deer rape orgy the Iodizer's face and The Slugs live to fight another day. Man that show was before it's time.

Love is in the Air

I think it's no coincedence that MLB spring training kicks off on Valentine's Day this year. Baseball Season, I accept, I will be yours. I'm pretty sure I know what's coming with us, but can't quit daydreaming about our relationship.
They say that relationships conjured up in Spring Break type atmospheres aren't built to last, but that they are also never forgotten. So true. Watching you from afar and thinking of you countless hours a day will do nothing but fuel my flames for when we rekindle our lust on March 26th. I will no doubtedly be drunk and you will no doubtedly take advantage of me. After countless attempts by you, and me constantly reminding you it's a bad idea, you will eventually talk me into letting that beefy 3rd baseman from Chicago join in with us. And you know what Baseball Season, I'll probably wake up the next morning a little hazy on what happened the night before, but confident in our future together and quasi-confident in the fact that I can get cleared up (Aramis-to the waiver wire) of anything you gave me on our reunion night.
I'll drive home from our reunion and this is where our love will be tested. Long distance relationships are always hard to maintain and ours is no different. I'll start out checking up with you multiple times a day on the internet, waking up to catch up with how your night went, then falling asleep dreaming about how your next day will go. This will probably last for months. But it won't last forever. Come late summer I'm sure there will be a few days that I even forget to check with you at all. You will no doubt scorn me by doing something completely awesome on one of the days when you could't be further from my mind. (I'll never forgive the Giants for calling up Buster Posey while I was at the Indy 500). Things will definitely become a little routine by late summer, but being the warrior that I am, I will continue to trudge on. Come early Fall, you will have me again eating out of your hands again(assuming I'm in the playoff hunt). We will know our time together is coming to an end and we will both try and throw ourselves into our relationship for one more good late run. You again will have my interest peaked and I will again be following your every move, but it will be too little too late and we will part ways, hopefully this year on good terms.
But be it good terms or bad, there will always be another Spring Break party in 2012, and I'm always willing to get weird with somebody......