Soriano, it's no secret that we both have an affinity for the Cubs, Left Field, and the number twelve, and as I add broken fingers to the list of commonality, allow me to give you some words of wisdom.
Firstly, and most importantly, though this will do you little good now:
keep your un-gloved hands away from the ball! Didn't you learn anything from last year's
blog?
Now that you've gone and maimed yourself, just cry it out. No worries! So what if you are supposed to be a grown man? You just totally jacked up your hand, and that hurts like hell! People who think there is no crying in baseball probably have all of their finger bones intact and have yet to experience the joy that comes with being hit by a hard, round, rock hard object hurling toward them at 80+MPH. Tears are in order. Anything less, and people would think you just jammed your finger instead of really being hardcore and breaking it.
Lastly, you're going to want to put some ice on that. That ring finger is looking a wee bit on the swollen side and it's only going to get worse. Keep it elevated and go get an x-ray. I know a great PT who can show you a thing or two. Maybe you will even be lucky enough to rehab it for 5 months only to find out that your claw finger isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Hope you aren't a lefty! And the next time you see me waving my crippled hand at you in the bleachers, do me a favor and toss me a ball...gently.
Aghhh! I have only been waiting all week, and it arrives in the middle of their concert! I haven't had such a wonderfully Coldplay-filled 48 hours since this picture was taken:
Obviously that is Chris Martin on the left in the black, taken as JLB and I chased him down the street. If anyone doesn't know how that story ends, it is better told in person, but let's just say it involved a frog umbrella, a red light, my trusty sharpie, ticket stubs, and near heart-break followed buy utter euphoria. Oh, and an even more intense crush than we had before. Sigh...Chris. I can't wait to go buy Viva La Vida tomorrow! Hooray for new music! Wheeeee!
Firstly, and most importantly, though this will do you little good now: keep your un-gloved hands away from the ball! Didn't you learn anything from last year's blog? 
Now that you've gone and maimed yourself, just cry it out. No worries! So what if you are supposed to be a grown man? You just totally jacked up your hand, and that hurts like hell! People who think there is no crying in baseball probably have all of their finger bones intact and have yet to experience the joy that comes with being hit by a hard, round, rock hard object hurling toward them at 80+MPH. Tears are in order. Anything less, and people would think you just jammed your finger instead of really being hardcore and breaking it.
Lastly, you're going to want to put some ice on that. That ring finger is looking a wee bit on the swollen side and it's only going to get worse. Keep it elevated and go get an x-ray. I know a great PT who can show you a thing or two. Maybe you will even be lucky enough to rehab it for 5 months only to find out that your claw finger isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Hope you aren't a lefty! And the next time you see me waving my crippled hand at you in the bleachers, do me a favor and toss me a ball...gently.
...then I don't want to be right!
The Foals - Good album, good show, may be a bit over-hyped but still enjoyable.
Dolly Parton - I was reluctant to go, but she was amazing! Go see her if you ever get the chance, she is such a great entertainer and lives up to her iconic status.
The Kills - Love, love, love them! If you want to see a stripped down band who rocks and rocks hard, this is the duo to check out.
Los Campesinos - Seven people on a tiny stage? A xylophone? What's not to love?
