so last night, i was at trader joe's, picking up some hormone free frozen chicken breasts, when i looked up to see none other than cardinals second baseman ronnie belliard. this wasn't a guy that looked like ronnie belliard, this was the fat-lete himself. he looked exactly like his mlb mugshot, same expression, same cock to his hat. he wasn't wearing a cardinals hat, but who does wear their work hat to the store on their day off?
he also had a spanish speaking posse with him, neither of whom i recognized. i didn't say anything to him, but i think he knew i recognized him.
i don't see a lot of celebrities, if you don't count a very drunken alicia silverstone and her pack of dwarves at the viper room the one time i went to l.a. if i could pick a cardinal to run into, it probably wouldn't be ronnie belliard, but hey, this is already the fifth time i've told the "story."
go cards. come back strong from a sweep at the hands of the worst team in our division, why don't you...
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