Two orders of Tim Lincecum, please. Extra caviar

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There’s a fun article in the New York Times that has almost nothing to do with baseball. Rather, it’s about how big time chefs smoke a lot of marijuana and how the stoner culture is affecting both the attitude and, in many cases, the cuisine in today’s top restaurants.  I link it here, however, because it details a new dish you can get at the Ritz-Carlton San Francisco if you’re so inclined:

To serve slow-cooked quail eggs and caviar, he places them atop plastic
film that tightly covers a white porcelain serving bowl. Then he fills
the vessel with smoke from grated Japanese cedar packed into the bowl of
a fan-driven bong he buys in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood. The smoke
escapes when the diner lifts a small spoon covering a hole in the
plastic.

He calls it the Lincecum, after Tim Lincecum, the star pitcher for the
San Francisco Giants who was arrested last fall after police found
marijuana and a pipe in his car.

Sounds fancy. I’m guessing that Lincecum is like the rest of us, however, and prefers a nice Taco Bell run after partaking.

The rest of those horrible stoners, I mean. Not the rest of “us.” Because drugs are bad, mmm-kay?

(thanks to reader, um, man, I forgot his name because I was kind of spacing, who shot me the link in the comments)

Long time NL umpire Dutch Rennert has died

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MLB.com reports that long time umpire Dutch Rennert has died at the age of 88.

Rennert retired as a National League umpire after the 1992 season, so a lot of you didn’t get a chance to see him. But believe me, if you got a chance to see him in action, you’d remember him. He had one of the most distinct strikeout calls in history. He’d go turn to the side, go down on one knee, point with purpose and bellow “STRIKE . . . ONNNNNNEEEEE!”

It was quite the scene, man:

 

I used to love it when Rennert called a game I was watching on TV. I always knew the count.

Rest in Peace, Dutch. I cannot vouch for the peace of whoever is on the cloud next to yours, though.