It was a long, long winter, and a long six weeks spring training. But luckily for us we didn’t have to endure the disgusting, far too personal musing of George Brett while we prepared for the new baseball season. Cause, let’s be honest, that guy is gross. And we’re pretty certain he should steer clear of steak dinners at Kokomo’s for a while.
So Happy New Baseball Season! May your team win any game in which they don’t play the Mets! (unless your team features one or more awful human beings, in which case we’re indifferent)
Oh, and if you just can’t get enough of Brett, The Remix.
We now return to your regularly scheduled pop-culture focused snark.