The question we didn’t ask, “Mr. Proops, take one letter out of your last name and you’ve got street cred — drop a different letter and you have absolutely no cred.  Discuss.”  But we did ask him about comedy and Whose Line Is It Anyway… We basically clarified what everyone already knows –> talking about comedy is the least funny thing in the entire world, but… Greg Proops’s The Smartest Man in the World podcast is funny and should be checked out/downloaded/whatever the kids are saying nowadays.  You know, the 411!  And 411 is something I’m not even sure kids would understand.  As for our podcast with Greg Proops, it’s hoot-larious (I just made that up?  You like it?  Use it, but pay me a nickel every time).  Anyway, here’s the Razzball podcast, Proops we did it again:

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With the draft less than a week away, we’re continuing our discussion of  some of the more advanced amateur prospects — guys who’ll be popping up on your fantasy radars within the next year or two.  Last week we went over Marcus Stroman, Richie Shaffer, and Kyle Zimmer.  You can read that post here.  Today, three more draft prospects:

Mark Appel | RHP, Stanford

At 6-5, 215, Appel sure looks like a future frontline starter.  A combination of size and athleticism allows him to generate mid-90′s velocity with a seemingly effortless delivery.  His fastball typically sits 92-95, and he counters with a hard slider and a work-in-progress change.  The consensus on Appel is that, given his  outstanding athleticism, the secondary stuff will develop nicely (and quickly) in the minors, allowing his plus fastball to play as an even deadlier weapon — he’s been knocked around at times during his collegiate career when facing more advanced lineups who sit on the straight four-seamer.   Even so, Appel looks like the safest option among the elite college arms, and there’s a very good chance that Jeff Luhnow and the Astros will take him at #1.

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What better way to commemorate Memorial Day than a Communism pun?  Hey, at least McDonald didn’t pitch against Brandon McCarthy.

And just like we pounded down the Berlin Wall (well no, we didn’t, but go with it), James McDonald is pounding the strike zone.  Worth bearing with me for the metaphor?  No?  It’s better than my other “pounding” joke…

With a walk rate above 4 per 9 entering the season lending to a career WHIP above 1.40, I never would have thought McDonald would’ve taken the strides we’ve seen so far.

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With games like this, who needs healthy elbows?  Certainly not Chris Sale.   Four score and two dozen ‘and that’s me quoting me’s ago, I posted our AL-Only team.  I went on about what a shambles the pitching staff was and how our only bat was Evan Longoria.  Sure, we had high hopes for Brad Peacock, but our starters were cheap tequila bad.  The more you looked at them, the worse The Gas Face you got.  All we had was Jake Peavy and Chris Sale.  ZOINKS!!!

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Sometimes an intro just isn’t necessary, and occasionally a picture really is worth 100 words:

Featuring a face not even his mother could love is this week’s Creeper, Colby Rasmus. Owned in 38% of ESPN leagues and 31% of Yahoo leagues, Rasmus and the Blue Jays are slated for six games in week 9, all at the Rogers Centre, with five of those coming against right-handed pitchers.

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