… Some days, it rains.
On the heels of his wildly successful and in no way embarrassing look at the pop culture goodies inside his office, ESPN’s director of Page 2, Lynn Hoppes, comes to NoPepper to present Lynn Hoppes’ Baseball Memorabilia Corner. Hey there, bros. Lynn Hoppes here from my Page 2 mancave in Bristol. And boy, you’re all [...]
Apparently, the pressure during this, the beginning of the Albert Pujols Farewell Tour, already has begun to wear on America’s favorite over-manager. After another home loss to the frisky Pirates on Wednesday, Cardinals manager Tony La Russa was asked by a reporter during the postgame news conference about his team’s inept offense. La Russchebag was [...]
Don’t you think I realize what’s going on here, miss? Who do you think I am, huh? Don’t you think I know that if I was some hotshot from out of town that pulled inside here and you guys made a reservation mistake, I’d be the first one to get a room and I’d be [...]
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. So we at NoPepper.net will from time to time emulate the fine folks at FireJoeMorgan (RIP) by eviscerating columns we judge to be pieces of shit. Our first victim is Chicago Tribune national baseball writer Phil Rogers, who had this to say about Cubs prospect Matt [...]
Well, if it’s something ending in -day, you can be assured the New York Mets are wasting money. On the heels of paying $6 million for the privilege of allowing Luis Castillo to play for the division-rival Phillies (though given Castillo’s robust 68 OPS+ last year, I’m not sure the Mets are doing the Phils [...]
Some of you may be asking yourselves, Hey, if this blog is supposed to be about baseball, what’s with all the Jimmer? First, because I would have Jimmer Fredette’s babies, if I possessed a uterus, a womb, a vagina or any other part of the female reproductive system. And second, though I’m only speaking for [...]
You’re 6 foot nothin’, 100 and nothin’, and you have barely a speck of athletic ability. And you hung in there with the best college basketball players in the land for four years. And you’re gonna walk outta here with a degree from Brigham Young University. In this life, you don’t have to prove nothin’ [...]
There was a time, a time before TruTV. When small, scrappy guards reigned supreme. When Billy Packer wasn’t a total douchebag. This was an age when only nuthugger shorts were acceptable. And in Provo, Utah, one scrappy guard was more scrappy than the rest. His name was Jimmer Fredette. He was like a god walking [...]
Of course our goal here at NoPepper is to drop knowledge of America’s pastime. That and La Russa DUI jokes. But we must mention that two of the most glorious days in sports are occurring as we speak, including BYU’s Jimmer Fredette working his Mormon Magic on Wofford in the opening round. (Screw you, NCAA! [...]
The party’s just getting started. Someone grab Miggy’s keys. We’ll be with you shortly.