The Lineup Card

Sometimes, I wish my job had the atmosphere of a major league clubhouse. Why? Because really funny things happen there all the time:

• "Still fully dressed in his uniform, Tim Lincecum eyed his teammates warily, figuring those overgrown adolescents would devise a dastardly plan to commemorate his first major-league win. It proved to be a one-man conspiracy. Resident goofball Steve Kline interrupted Lincecum's postgame interview and gave the kid a big hug. Kline was buck naked, of course, warmed only by the forest of hair on his chest and back. As the lefty reliever walked way, Lincecum wasted no time before yelling, 'Next time you hug me take off your sweater.' With that, Lincecum showed he belonged in the room after he spent seven innings showing he belonged on the field."

Naked man hugs are hilarious as long as they don't involve me. As a side note, I hope Henry Schulman from the San Francisco Chronicle is right about Lincecum belonging, because I can't take much more of Russ Ortiz.

HT: The one, the only Buster Olney.

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