Cardinal Baseball Cake
July 15, 2010 @ 06:25
Vanilla cake with cookies & cream filling swirled with chocolate ganach and buttercream frosting. For my nephew’s baseball team. Three of the things I had to write on this cake pained me. 1) Dirty Birds . . . *sigh* Really? 2) J-Wad, yes I get the A-Rod similarity and it is just a straightforward break down of his actual name. But oh, man. 3) I’ll let you guess the third . . .
August 8th, 2010 at 12:44 am
Having to put a Cardinal on a cake would cause me physical pain in and of itself. Almost as much pain as watching my Cubbies implode yet again.
(I console myself with the knowledge that their plunge from third to fifth can only make life easier for mah-boy Ryno next year, assuming the owners have sense enough to hire him to replace Sweet Lou. If the Cubs had a winning season this year, people would expect Sandberg to pull a set of World Series rings out of his arse — and be ready to crucify him if it didn’t happen. As it stands now, all he has to do is break even, and they’ll think he’s God come to visit the chosen.)
August 10th, 2010 at 9:31 am
That’s pretty much how I feel every year about halfway to the Stanley cup series. But I can’t lay off the underdogs.
August 16th, 2010 at 11:06 pm
I’ve been in love with the Cubs since I was about seven. Well, some of the Cubs, anyway: Sutcliffe, Dawson, and of course Sandberg, whose batting titles and Golden Gloves always delighted me, but whose other assets — and I *do* emphasize the first syllable — somehow flew under my radar until about two weeks ago, when I stood in line for his autograph and suddenly felt exactly like I did when I was 15 and attended my first rock concert and discovered the dizzying, lung-constricting, I.Q.-dropping effects of a sudden estrogen overdose.
(Of course, anyone who knew me in high school would find it not at all surprising that I could overlook Ryno at 25 but go absolutely weak in the knees over him at 50. I still consider it a small miracle that I didn’t blurt out what I was thinking, which was something along the lines of, “Holy sh*t, you’re hot!”)