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Welcoming The Weekend With Jose’s Home Run Header

The biggest meathead to ever play the game, Jose Canseco, misplays a fly ball as it cruises past his glove, into his head, and over the fence.

Jose Canseco by Bryan Horowitz is licensed under CC BY SA-2.0

Welcoming The Weekend With Jose’s Home Run Header

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You made it! It’s finally the end of another work week. Sure, the weekend has lost a bit of its luster lately, but no work is still no work, even if it is just sitting at home doing nothing. I mean, unless you have kids or a family or responsibilities and if so, that’s a “you” problem. Or in this case, it’s Jose Canseco’s problem.

This is the type of moment that occurs once, maybe twice in a lifetime. The biggest meathead to ever play the game misplays a fly ball just to have it cruise past his glove and right into his roid inflated cranium. If that wasn’t enough, the ball magically makes its way off Mr. Canseco’s head over the wall for a round tripper. What an asshole.

This is not just the most perfect sports moment of all time, it is the most perfect ANY moment of all time. It’s like this moment was created in a lab, just for us. White coats all around, bunsen burners aflame, beakers full of piss, just making the difficult decisions that will impact and further us as a society. I am not a religious man but when things like this occur, it makes me a momentary believer. This cannot happen.

Not only can it not happen but that it happened to THIS man?

If that is not the doings of a higher power then I don’t know what is. Not only does this prove there is a god but it also shows that they have one hell of a sense of humor.

Last week I brought you an avian assassination. This week, a dinger off the dome. What could I possibly retread for cheap page views and upvotes from the past next week? The sky is truly the limit here at We really do cover everything.

Josh grew up in the midwest and upon graduating from the University of Iowa he wanted to see the world. After 4 years in Jacksonville he decided he was cultured enough and moved on to Birmingham England (known to the locals as the Detroit of the UK) and then west to San Francisco before settling in NYC. He pays his bills working in finance making sure the 1% remains on top. When he is not selling his soul and unable to look himself in the mirror, he spends his time writing mean things about sports while his dog, Sweet Dee, silently judges from her spot on the couch. He is very biased and never wrong. He would also like to thank Rotowire for never changing their NBA League Pass and MLB.TV passwords from that year when he was an NBA Beat Writer for the Nuggets for some reason.

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