Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Scott Rolen is a paradox, wrapped inside an enigma, smothered in secret sauce

When Scott Rolen walks to the plate, he is serenaded of his own volition by Limp Bizkit's Rollin'. Which is a really bad pun, and an excruciatingly awful reminder of the earlier part of this decade.

When Scott Rolen goes home at night, he reads Upton Sinclair. (Which embarrasses us quite a bit, seeing as how we've been reading Bret Hart's biography and the Deadspin Home Companion.)

The dichotomy between these two things is dizzying.

Mandatory Cathal Kelly/Rentals joke
The Star's Cathal Kelly has been doing some boss work on the Star's baseball blog, including the Rolen link above. It's almost enough to make us visit the Star's site more than once a week. (Our doctor advised us against reading any more Dick Griffin Mailbags until the high blood pressure induced fainting spells stop.)

Plus, there's his whole indie cred that stems from his years as the lead Moogster of the Rentals.

If Cathal Kelly is friends of P, then he's friends of we.

5 comments:

Lloyd "the barber" Moseby said...

As good as that rentals record is, I'll never forgive him for leaving the artist formally known as Weezer.

Joanna said...

I love that Rolen is reading Sinclair, cause Sinclair is a total pinko.

peter_worthington said...

He does sound like godless commie, baby raping secular humanist at least.

He'll be dating Sarah Polley by August

Tao of Stieb said...

Wow...that's just. Wow.

roy_cohn said...

The Jungle?

He might as well be reciting Das Kapital to Salvadoran refugees.