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Rob Drivel

August 29, 2010

As I type this, my beloved Cardinals are doing their damnedest to lose to the Washington Nationals, who, like most of the teams that have been baffling the Cards lately, are frankly lousy. The Nats are 21 games below .500 and 19.5 games out of first place in their division, but in keeping with the generous Midwestern spirit that permeates the St. Louis ballclub, we’re going out of our way to help them find their inner 1927 Yankees.

One of the Nats’ fixtures is missing today, though: Rob Dibble, former Nasty Boy reliever, current color commentator, lifelong unenlightened hothead. The word from above is that Dibs has been benched for the weekend after publicly advising Stephen Strasburg to cowboy up, grit his teeth, be a man like the stouthearted players of yore, and pitch through the pain of that silly little…..uh, torn ligament. Oops!

Others have amply covered the utter stupidity of Dibble’s remarks; he’s been all over the papers, the internet, and the sports networks for days. For the moment, I’m more interested in the quart of misogynistic chaw juice he spat out a few weeks ago with hardly a blip on the baseball world’s radar (the Strasburg link mentions it, but the “thin ice” on which the author says Dibs has been treading seems to have held him up just fine):

“Those ladies right behind there, they haven’t stopped talking the whole game,” Rob Dibble said in the sixth inning of Wednesday night’s Nats broadcast. “They have some conversation going on. Right here,” he said, circling the offenders. “There must be a sale tomorrow going on here or something….Their husbands are going man, don’t bring your wife next time.”

There’s much more at the link, because if there’s one thing you can say about Rob Dibble, it’s that he never, ever knows when to shut up. Almost like….oh my god, y’all….a woman!

I’m sure you’ll be shocked to learn that on that occasion, his remarks didn’t cost him any time at the microphone. He did say a few words on a later broadcast and post an apology on his blog, from which I learned, among other things, that 1) he’s really truly sorry if anyone was offended by his totally harmless words; 2) he’s obviously not sexist, because he adores his mother and vice versa; and 3) his very own daughter is such a hardcore fan that she wears a Coco Crisp jersey in the Bronx despite her father’s earnest efforts to dress her more appropriately.

The Cards are down to their last inning and I need to go cheer them on rather than wasting any more virtual ink on this dink, but if you’re keeping score at home and new to the gender-rules of baseball:

Tell Stephen Strasburg he ought to be more stereotypically masculine: Two-game suspension.

Tell all the world’s women they ought to be more stereotypically masculine: **crickets**

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Matt permalink
    August 29, 2010 7:49 pm

    I certainly recall hearing about this. He and Keith Hernandez belong together.

    • fearlessleader permalink*
      August 29, 2010 8:08 pm

      Ugh. I’d almost forgotten about that….

      Interesting how a common theme in both stories is the OTHER commentator stepping in to say something along the lines of “Heh heh heh, you’d better watch it, you’re going to get in trouble for saying things like that [because those hypersensitive feminists will come after you]!” As distinct from “To all you folks listening today, I’m sorry for my partner’s insensitivity—between innings I’ll take a moment to remind him that it’s the 21st century and that remarks like that are completely uncalled for.”


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