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Well, those weren’t his exact words but that is the sentiment, an awesome one indeed. David Ortiz is kind of a little bit the best and he is running a promotion on his website bigpapi.com benefiting victims of the Boston Marathon bombing.

A $500 donation to The One Fund earns you an autographed custom red, white, and blue Marucci bat bearing one of Papi’s now famous slogans.

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First, he came for our third baseman. Then, Vernon Wells came for our souls. The former dead money contract is now one of the best offensive contributors in baseball as we near the first quarter pole. Vernon Wells, inexplicably, owns a .387 wOBA and 10 home runs, hitting another in last night’s 12-2 loss to the Mariners.

He also owns a new notch in his infielder’s belt, as recovering five tool stud Vernon Wells played the infield for the second time this season, serving 1/3 of an inning at second base last night – while shortstop Albert Gonzalez pitched! Gonzalez coaxed a shallow fly ball from Robert Andino, showcasing low 80s cheese in his first professional pitching foray.

Never a dull moment with the Yankees, who also allowed reliever Brett Marshall to throw 108 pitches over 5.2 innings. The bullpen (and infielders) were pressed into duty after Phil Hughes recorded exactly one more out than the man who started the game at shortstop.

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Minor League Baseball is giving fans the chance to cast their vote in a competition to declare the Greatest of the Gut Busters. Calories and high cholesterol levels for all!

MiLB is asking fans to vote on their website, or by using the hashtag #FoodFight. There are 16 food items to choose from, including the Lake Elsinore Storm’s ‘Homewrecker’ (pictured above), which is made of “three half-pound all-beef hot dogs, 1.5 pounds of French fries, two pounds of chili, three-quarters of a pound of cheese and diced onions and bacon”. On top of it all, the Homewrecker is free if eaten in 45 minutes or less. Sign me up.

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Well if this isn’t just too cute I don’t even know what is. Something about Ryu brings out the best in people, be they K-Pop stars or little kids named Deuce.

This kid has quite an arm, I’m sure this clip will play well in his 2028 NL Rookie of the Year video montage.

Hat tip to Joe of Bleed Blue Crew

Now we know for sure that Matt Harvey has arrived…in 1988, when the print edition of Sports Illustrated dominated the sports media landscape!

But seriously, it’s pretty cool that Matt Harvey gets the full Verducci treatment here. Hit the jump for a good sized image of the man at work.

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Brandon Phillips helped preserve a one-run lead in the seventh inning with Ryan Braun at the plate by bare-handing a ball, dropping a knee on second base for out number one, and finding a way to fire a throw to first. Yeah, Phillips might be the most exciting second baseman in the game.

There are few things in baseball more anticlimactic than a walkoff walk (unless you happen to know what “shrimp” means, then it’s TOTALLY THE OPPOSITE.) But for most, normal, functioning people, a walkoff walk is a missed opportunity to whoop it up and celebrate a dramatic victory.

The Toronto Blue Jays of 2013 have been just that – anticlimactic. After a roster overhaul landed them squarely in the middle of playoff favorites in the winter, the real baseball season has provided only heartbreak. Disappointment. Let down.

What better way for the Blue Jays to lose then by walkoff walk? Brad Lincoln misses low and the Rays win! The Blue Jays slink off the field as defeated men. The Rays, meanwhile, halfheartedly celebrate around Luke Scott, who drew crucial base on balls.

Walkoff walks are the best and the worst. The Blue Jays are mostly just the worst. At least they aren’t protesting a game against the freaking Astros, as Mike Scioscia‘s Angels are currently playing their game in Houston under protest after an illegal pitching change. Or something. God, what disastrous seasons for both these sad-sack teams.

To say nothing of the Astros, the team happiness forgot. Misery follows that pathetic outfit around like a lost puppy.