He's not dead, he's just my hero.

Far too often, the prettiest things grace us with their presence for an instant. Then they leave. Often to ESPN's Baseball Tonight.

Such is the case with one John Kruk. Also known as One Nut Kruk.

He's still alive, but I thought an ode to Monsieur Lefticle would only be appropriate as we approach spring training and the delight of MLB Baseball.

Perhaps Mr. Kruk's best season was in 1993: .316 AVG ; .905 OPS ; 111 BB; 100 R; and most impressive for a man of his huskitude, 6 SB.

There is even a buffalo wing eatery in Providence, RI that boasts a mural on its wall depicting Senhor Kruk in the dugout gnawing on a chicken wing. And that's how he would've liked it, certainly.

I am so very excited about the upcoming MLB season. We've pretty much decided to spring for the MLB season ticket or whatever it is called. Oh yeah: every night, picking the best pitching matchups that never get televised (think Roy Halladay vs. Rich Harden) and just watching them go at it. It will also help because otherwise we would only be watching our beloved Cubs BLOW ANOTHER 8TH INNING LEAD to the Pirates or some shit.