The Senter of Attention

I don't have much time to write, due to an obscene amount of work, bar review, sobbing, and such, but I did want to give you this precious little nugget. Friday night I attended the White Sox-Red Sox game at nearly beautiful U.S. Cellular Field, along with Messrs. 4000, 6000, and 10,000, Volleyball Katie, and Jesterio. Apparently White Sox centerfielder Brian Anderson's .182 average angered the scoreboard operator so much that when Anderson made his first plate appearance, the operator relegated Anderson to the position of "Senter Field," a little known 10th position (now abolished), which, according to an early baseball rulebook, was reserved for the player on the team "with a reputation unbecoming of a civilized man, known for his unkempt physical appearance, a stench not unlike that of an Irishman, and frequent and unabashed consultation with harlots and the like, and whose vile, nefarious, and haughty tendencies have absconded with any sense of moral righteousness." This giant slap in Anderson's face was up for 15-30 seconds before the scoreboard operator changed it, which was long enough for Katie to snap this lovely picture:
Burn! Maybe now Anderson will start trying to get 2 hits in every 10 at-bats.