We’re starting to think Google, as a company, are Cubs fans:

What do you do when you product now seems old and the kids these days with their iPods and internets don’t respond to your marketing?  Make it extreme!

In this case, that means add a word that still technically means the same thing as eat but sounds awesome because generally its about cars.

Wheaties Fuel!

…oh and add Pujols to the box.

Notice the reproduction of Pujol’s signature.  That’s how you know he approves of it.

via Matt Leach on Twitter

Over the last weekend the national media descended on St. Louis for a chance to talk steroids with Tony LaRussa, Albert Pujols and of course Slightly-Less-Big Mac.

Pujols had some really nice supportive things to say about McGwire to the press, but we can’t shake this feeling that Pujols is a little confused about what Mark confessed too exactly…

Maybe not though.  McGwire did seem pretty happy dancing with those “Single Ladies” in that video.

According to ESPN’s Jayson Stark our very own Albert Pujols is baseball’s MVP of the decade!  …duh.

After all, what didn’t Sir Albert do in this decade, outside of forgetting to get to the big leagues until 2001, neglecting to finish in the top four in the MVP voting once and never quite getting around to winning any Nobel Peace Prizes?

So is there really any argument here? If a man has pretty much been the MVP of his league in every single year of an entire decade, what would be the case that he isn’t the MVP for the decade as a whole? Correct answer: There’s no case. None.

Sounds like a pretty locked up case to me.

In a related note, my Mom recently named me the decade’s MVP of Cuteness.  Sadly I came in third place for the decade’s MVP of Being the Nicest Little Boy to “Josh the Bat Boy” and one of those kids in the Slyman Brothers commercials.  …I don’t even know how she knows them!

Stark goes on to say that not only did Pujols get over 50% of all MVP votes for the decade, and come away with the 00′s Triple Crown, but Alberts farts cure acne. True. Story. One blast to the face and your pock marked mug smooths into silky skin babies are jealous of.

Seriously though, don’t forget when you watch him play here all summer that you are watching one of the top 5 greatest baseball players ever.  Ever!  Pretty amazing and something we probably take for granted here.

No surprise here.

Still worried about Holliday?  Don’t.  Worry about Pujols, the future $30 million dollar man.

Photo from ESPN.com

In the post “Don’t Blame Pujols: An Apology” on the Riverfront Time’s website, Tom Finkel tells the tale of their All Star Guide to St. Louis and how it ruffled the feathers of one big Dominican Cardinal:

Last Thursday afternoon I got a call from Brian Bartow, the St. Louis Cardinals’ director of media relations. Bartow said the team had seen and loved theRiverfront Times Guide to All-Star Week, a special supplement this paper had published the previous day — all except the part where we revealed the home addresses of some current and former Redbirds luminaries.

The players, Bartow said, were particularly peeved, especially Pujols. So upset were they, Bartow told me, that the ballclub felt it had no option but to instruct Major League Baseball to revoke the credentials they’d granted Riverfront Timesto cover the All-Star Game, and to rescind our credentials to cover the team over the course of the regular season.

Finkel goes on to mention what was our initial thought on the subject, that this information is really easily attainable from public records, but I’m betting that doesn’t make Pujols feel any better.

As with most posts like this, the article is fun, the comments are better…god bless comments.

Abe Peters says:

So this smarmy column is supposed to be an apology?

A deranged racist once threatened to kill Derek Jeter and other black players. How would your second-rate publication feel if it contributed to a crime by giving some nut a road map?

Here’s hoping you never get credentialed again. Amateurs.

Dudes named Abe are always grouchy.  I bet Lincoln was grouchy.

Seely says:

I covered the Cardinals a few years ago for the RFT, and the surliest player in the locker room was none other than Pujols. Now, granted, that may have been his pregame psych-up ritual, but the dude hardly has a saintly demeanor, devout as he is.

I’ve heard that all the great ball players were in some way kinda dicky (with the exception of Musial).

Big Joe says:

do you honestly think the players are actually playing out there?! who the hell cares if they win or lose…..think of what would happen if one of those players breaks their arms during an All Star game…..

I could care less who wins the game…..Im more interested in how hot the girls are at the Playboy parties after the game and before the game.

any idiot who thinks all star games and pro bowls are for real is a little wet behind the ears.

Why do all conversations in this town seemingly have to eventually involve a guy that goes by “Big Joe”?