Dirk Hayhurst's Blog
Words and thoughts still trying to make it to the big leagues...Bleacher Report Blow Back
Yesterday I posted this article on Bleacher Report. I stand by it. It got it's far share of strong responses, both for and against, but some folks took the time to email me about it. Here is one: Dick, I just read your article on the Pujols deal. You say it's...
The Xylo Diaries. Don’t Talk About It.
I’m just going to come right out and say it: it’s extremely hard to concentrate on writing while your dog is slurping his crotch like a snow cone. Hey, I know dogs bath themselves with their tongue. I get that their customs are not my customs, and that their tongues...
The Xylo Diaries. Good With Children
I walk the dog up Elm Street in hopes that we’ll pass this one house where this Boxer named Oscar lives. Oscar is a little fat, but that just means there is more of him to love since he’s a real people dog, friendly as a pedophile with kids, and just plain happy to be...
Waiting On Anthopoulos
I love Alex Anthopoulos. He’s got that easy, politician’s way about him when he address the press concerning his actions. He throws in words like, “realistically,” and “ideally.” He takes time to explain the process to us, even though we don’t really understand it,...
The Xylo Diaries: Water Dog
The name of the place was Bow Wow Beach, or something nearly as corny, and for December 4th it was pretty busy. All shape and size of dog owner with all shape and size of dog patrolled it, barking and correcting as they went. While the name was a little sappy, the...
Big Signs VS Team Chemistry
During this time of the year, all the speculation is on top tier talent. People call it building a better team, but I find putting it in those terms rather oxymoronic since one person does not a team make. Big names get signed and then the math nerds start cranking...
The Xylo Diaries. Wake Up Call
My wife rolls over and whacks me on the arm. She doesn’t have to hit me, I’m already awake. I have been for the last couple hours now; just lying there while the sleep depravation headache sets in on my temples. “Go let him out,” she says. “You go let him out,” I...
The Garfookie Contest!
Back by popular demand—and/or boredom—is the great, international Garfookie contest!!!! What is a Garfookie, you ask? Why, it’s a Christmas cookie (or similarly baked good) identical in shape and form to a real Garfoose. Caution: baking something as terrifying as a...
Xylo Diaries. Doggie Grandparents
“He’s got a head like a damn anteater,” says my dad, pressing a thick hand down on Xylo’s long, narrow, snout— currently needling him in the crotch. “Are they supposed to have heads like this?” Asks my concerned mother, who has not stopped inspecting Xylo since...
Kruk: Bobby V Great Because He Speaks Japanese.
I got up today because the dog woke me up. Between waiting for his bowel movement and the consumption of my own breakfast, I spun over to ESPN to check out what Kruk had to say about Bobby V coming in to skipper the Sox. Kruk Said Bobby V was exactly what the Sox...
The Red Sox Skipper Scholarship Program.
Bobby Valentine. Really? That’s the best the Red Sox could come up with? What is it with pulling managers form the recognizable masses that compose analysts? We can’t get anyone that is hungry in the lower levels up to manage a flagship franchise like the Sox. It has...
The Xylo Diaries. Stairs #EpicWin
I’ll be the first to tell you that I’m not keen on sappy doggy videos on the Youtube. I hate pulling up ridiculous picture collage set to an Evanescence song. Gee, look, a dog in a pool, here is one sleeping on a couch with his legs sticking up, now one looking...