Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 12:35:08 -0400
From: Playoff Writer <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: MLB playoffs (part 7)

MLB playoffs 2013 (part 7)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

(Photo aids at the end.)

ALDS - A's vs. Tigers - Oakland, CA

A bet was a bet. And although Josh Reddick may have been
an...unconventional guy, the 26-year-old right fielder for the Oakland A's
was true to his Georgia roots, a gentleman at heart. So when he left the
Coliseum for the last time in 2013 and found the Tigers shortstop Jose
Iglesias waiting for him by his car, an evil grin on his face and waving a
pair of clippers and a can of shaving cream, Reddick just dropped his head
in submission. "All right," he said. "Let's go back to my place."

It had been too cocky a bet, Josh knew that. He'd made it the last time the
A's were in Detroit, back in late August, when it was already pretty clear
that both Oakland and Detroit were going to the playoffs. Josh and Jose had
come up through the minors together when they were both in the Red Sox
organization, back when Josh was still as clean-cut as Jose still was
today. The Cuban shortstop took one look at his old buddy's wild beard,
long and scraggly, the pride of Oakland's free-spirited fans, and shook his
head. You wanna make me shave it, you're gonna have to knock me outta the
playoffs, Josh had said. Jose had grinned at that. Done.

And even though the 23-year-old rookie had a very quiet series, there
wasn't much room for argument that he'd won the bet. Which was how Josh
Reddick found himself in his top-floor condo in San Francisco, shirtless in
his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his shoulders with a Cuban
shortstop cutting huge chunks of thick, sandy blond hair from his chin.

Josh had offered to do it himself, but Jose pronounced that dangerous and,
with another grin, said it'd be much more fun if he did it anyway. Reddick
sighed and rolled his eyes but allowed Iglesias to step in behind him and
start chopping. "You be careful where you put those things," he warned,
wincing as he watched Jose cut a big piece right off the middle of his
chin.

"Oh, don' worry, man, I got the magic touch," Jose answered with a smile
and a wink. And touch he did -- holding onto Josh's muscular shoulder to
balance himself as he slid the clippers under Josh's jaw, pressing a hand
against Josh's chest as he ran them up the outfielder's neck, even holding
one side of Josh's face steady in his hand as he trimmed the other. It was
probably more contact than was strictly necessary for this kind of trim,
but Josh was letting the kid have his fun.

Finally, the worst of it was gone and Josh was staring into the mirror at
what seemed like a different person's face, with random tufts of blond hair
and stubble left behind. He shook his head.  "You, my friend, missed your
calling as a barber."

"Oh shut up," Jose objected, "I'm not finished yet." And indeed the Tigers
shortstop was already grabbing the shaving cream.

"Oh no," Josh cut in, putting a hand out to stop Jose from spraying the
foam into his hand. "I can take it from here."

"No way, bro. I wanna make sure it's ALL gone." He sprayed himself a nice
dollop of shaving cream, and came around to face his friend. Jose didn't
meet Josh's eyes as he lathered the foam onto his face but he proceeded
slowly, deliberately. The shortstop's fingers on Josh's cheek and jaw made
his skin tingle a little -- not only had it been a while since his face had
felt such direct contact, but Josh was far from used to having another
person -- another guy -- doing it for him. Josh couldn't help looking at
Jose's eyes, trying to see if this was as awkward for him as it was for
Josh, but the other ballplayer never met his gaze, focused on his work.

Jose turned back and grabbed Josh's razor. Josh grabbed his wrist, forcing
Jose to look at him. "If you cut me..."

Iglesias just grinned. "You're too tense, man," he said, wrapping his other
hand around Josh's arm, brushing his thumb lightly over the muscle of his
forearm. "I'll take care of you." He wiggled his arm free and put the razor
to Josh's cheek. Jose had run the blade under hot water, and it actually
felt really fucking good crossing Josh's skin. His face hadn't had this
kind of touch in months, and the slow, careful attention Jose was giving to
the shave was removing all of Josh's doubts. He let his eyes close as his
buddy kept running the razor over his stubbled cheek, cutting away the last
of the scraggly beard that had defined him the whole season, and taking
some of the pain and disappointment of how that season had ended tonight
along with it.

Reddick felt a pause in the smooth rhythm of the shave and opened his
eyes. Jose Iglesias was looking directly at him. The kid seemed to startle
a little and averted his eyes, immediately pressing the razor back to
Josh's sharp jawline. He wasn't flustered for long and the next stroke was
smooth, finishing off the last of the stubble on Josh's left side, but Josh
couldn't help letting an inkling of doubt sneak into his mind about just
what the fuck was going on here.

It didn't help when Jose finished with Josh's chin and lower lip and wet
his fingers, wiping the last of the shaving cream away from the corner of
Josh's lips. Or when Jose put his hand to Josh's clean-shaven left cheek to
steady him as he set to work on the right.  Josh's eyes closed
again. "Mmh. Feels good." Why the fuck had he just said that?

"Good," he heard Jose answer. The kid's voice was soft and intense, thick
with something Josh had never heard in his voice before, but when Josh's
eyes opened a crack this time, Iglesias' eyes were already turned away.

The shortstop kept going, gentle but efficient. Josh laughed inside; you'd
think the kid was a professional. He almost said so, but what came out
instead as Jose's fingers brushed over his neck was a soft, urgent
groan. Josh's cheeks reddened, and he didn't dare open his eyes this
time. But if Jose had heard it, he didn't react. He was already pulling the
razor one final time over Josh's cheek.

"Finished." Iglesias grabbed a towel and shoved it playfully in Reddick's
face. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Josh wiped his face dry.  When he
lowered the towel, his old teammate was looking at him with another weird
look.

"What?" Josh Reddick smiled nervously. On his clean-shaven face, the smile
looked almost innocent.

"Nothin'.  Just...you look a lot better like this." Jose smiled too, taking
the towel from him. "Now," he said, shoving the other towel off Josh's
shoulders, "you want me to take care of the rest?"

Reddick's brow furrowed. "Rest?"

Jose rolled his eyes, then looked pointedly down at Josh's chest. It was
nothing like his beard, but there were a few patches of chestnut-colored
hair on Josh's pecs, right at the middle, lying in the deep groove between
the two muscles of the outfielder's chest. "Oh." He was about to say no,
that he didn't need Jose Iglesias to shave his chest for him, but Jose was
already lifting the razor again and had this look in his eyes that suddenly
Josh Reddick didn't want to refuse. His voice
cracked. "Uh--um...yeah. Yeah, sure."

Jose smiled. "Good," he said again, then set to work. He put a tiny bit of
shaving cream over the patch of hair. Then, placing one hand on Josh's pec
to hold the skin tight, he ran the razor over it.  The blade was cool now,
and if anything, the skin on his chest was even more sensitive. Josh's
nipples hardened instantly. And Jose's hand on his chest wasn't helping,
especially when he eased it around to hold Josh steady right beneath his
underarm. By the time Jose finished and wiped Josh's smooth, muscular chest
clean, the outfielder felt his heart beating harder and even thought he
felt his dick start to stir beneath his yellow shorts with the A's logo
stitched in green at the bottom.

"This too?" Jose pointed the razor at the thin trail of hair down from
Josh's stomach to the waistband of those shorts. There wasn't much, just a
narrow line of brown hair in the narrow space between each column of
tightly defined abdominals. Josh breathed in sharply, then just
nodded. Jose got to his knees and dutifully lathered him up again, taking
his time as his fingers ran over Josh Reddick's tight stomach.  The razor
followed as before, leaving Josh's abs smooth and leaving Josh himself
breathing hard and staring down at his friend.

"And...what about..." Jose let a single finger curl around the waistband of
Josh's shorts and tugged it down an inch or two, enough to reveal the tight
inward curve of Josh's hips and a few tufts of brown hair.

"May...maybe we should finish later," the outfielder breathed. Josh Reddick
was suddenly, painfully aware that his cock was aching hard and straining
beautifully into his shorts, a full 8.5-inch tent tugging the mesh fabric
out and up. He didn't dare look down.

"I don' know, Josh," came Jose's voice. The sound of his name forced
Reddick's eyes down, and he was suddenly looking both at the warm, needful
eyes staring out from Jose Iglesias' pretty face, and the thick, hungry 7.5
inches of MLB dick throbbing into the rookie's own loose shorts. "I think
maybe you want me to finish right now." It wasn't just lust and hunger in
the 23-year-old kid's eyes now -- it was confidence. And it was turning
Josh Reddick on.

Without waiting for a reply, Jose hooked his thumbs into Josh's shorts and
tugged them slowly down. The head of Josh's steel-hard dick ran agonizingly
over the fabric as the shorts sank to his knees until suddenly it popped
loose and Reddick's thick, gorgeous cock rose up hard and free into the
air. "Fuck...you got a hot dick," Jose muttered. And without another word,
Jose Iglesias leaned in and wrapped his lips around Josh Reddick's cock,
licking and sucking at the broad crown before sinking lower, taking
Reddick's cock deeper into his throat.

Josh was breathing hard and heavy as he felt the handsome caramel-skinned
shortstop massage his hard length of dick. The young A's outfielder had
never had a blow job like this before -- obviously never from a guy, let
alone from another hard-bodied major-leaguer, but also never this fucking
intense, never had he felt someone suck his dick with such hunger for that
thick, throbbing erection. Jose wanted Josh Reddick's hard dick, and he
made it known with the quick, deep strokes of his tongue and lips up and
down Josh's powerful 8.5 inches.


Reddick was already gasping in pleasure at each swipe of Jose's tongue
across the sensitive underside of his cockhead, and he grasped the
shortstop's broad shoulders to hold himself steady. His newly smooth torso
jerked and flexed, the muscular plates of Reddick's chest and stomach now
fully exposed as he twisted and clenched his upper body, the definition of
each abdominal clear beneath his cream-colored skin. As Jose's capable
infielder's hands snuck back to grip the twin round bulges of Josh
Reddick's ass, Reddick's mouth dropped open and he clutched Iglesias'
shoulders tighter, driving his dick further down his buddy's throat. "Fuck
yeah..." Josh groaned.


In another condo across the city, a few other Oakland Athletics were a bit
further along in working out the frustrations of the end of their season.

"Unghh...fuck me!" Jarrod Parker groaned, grasping his hard 7-inch
cock. Pre-come already leaked freely down the thick shaft of the
24-year-old pitcher's dick. He lifted his head, looking down across his
taut body to the absurdly hard major-league cock rising up firm and proud
from the trim thatch of brown hair. "Yeah...fuck me, Josh..."


Josh Donaldson grinned at his teammate's begging. He bit his lower lip as
he fucked Jarrod harder, letting the young hurler feel the full 8-inch
length of his cock. At 27, standing an imposing 6-foot, 220, the third
baseman had come late to the joys of jock fucking, and Josh still spent
most nights fucking his girlfriend.  But on nights like this, when he knew
that only his teammates could really understand where he was coming from,
when they had all experienced something so tough together, Josh Donaldson
would only be satisfied fucking muscular MLB jock ass.


Josh's cock was hard as iron as he pumped it steadily in and out of Jarrod
Parker's ass; his hands moved roughly over Jarrod's tight stomach and
hips. Donaldson wasn't a gentle fuck, as his teammate could testify from
the deep, firm thrusts Josh was delivering. "Fuck, keep going, bro."


"Yeah, you like that big fucker inside you?" Josh taunted. He was feeling
the three tequila shots they'd all taken right when they got back to
Jarrod's place. The A's third baseman hadn't wasted any time after the last
one, slamming down his glass then turning and kissing Jarrod Parker hard,
shoving his hand into his teammate's sweatpants to grope his rapidly
hardening cock, letting Jarrod pull off his muscle-hugging green and gray
A's warmup shirt, exposing the lines and swells of hard muscle beneath,
then dropped his own jeans. Parker had instantly driven his own hand into
Josh Donaldson's boxer briefs, feeling out the length of Josh's already
rock-hard dick as he wrestled tongues with his buddy. It hadn't taken long
for Josh to get Jarrod on the bed with his legs spread and his tight hole
slick with lube. "Fuck, you're nice and tight, Parker." Josh felt the young
pitcher's ass clench around his prick, massaging his dick as Josh fucked
him.


"You sure you don't wanna get in on this, kid?" Donaldson called. He turned
to look at Sonny Gray, the A's starter that night, who'd come back with
them and taken the shots with them but now sat in a chair across Jarrod's
room just watching his two teammates fuck on the bed. Now Sonny Gray had
grown up in conservative Tennessee but he'd discovered ever since he
arrived at Vanderbilt that he was more into his fellow ballplayers' tightly
muscled bodies and hard jock dicks than anything the sorority girls could
offer, and when he made the bigs he didn't hesitate to discreetly search
out the guys who also thought it could be fun to spend a night on a long
road trip getting fucked by your own right fielder. Even now, the
23-year-old rookie couldn't help enjoying the show as Josh Donaldson drove
a particularly deep thrust into his pitcher and Jarrod Parker moaned
softly, his fingers gripping Josh's powerful stomach. Sonny felt his own
cock ache into his green A's shorts, his head swimming with tequila and
lust. It was actually a really nice dick, almost 9 inches and swollen thick
and full with Sonny Gray's arousal.


But he'd had a hell of a rough night -- losing the game that lost his team
the season, even if it was a little unfair to compare himself to Justin
Verlander. And breaking his thumb on a hard line drive just added injury to
insult...not to mention made the logistics of this kind of postgame
activity more challenging. He looked down at his well-padded finger and
rolled his eyes as he gently ran his other hand over his massive tent.


"Nah, man," the rookie answered. "You guys keep goin'."

"No?"  Josh said, looking over his younger teammate's dick as it throbbed
into his shorts. "Maybe just down this hard dick Parker's got here? Fuck
knows it needs the attention." He grabbed Jarrod's dick and squeezed it
hard, making Parker growl a soft "Fuck..." as more pre-come poured from the
slit. "Or maybe I could switch things up and fuck your tight rookie ass?
You must be pretty fuckin' tense."


Sonny smiled. "That's...uh...nice of you. I guess." He gripped his dick a
little tighter; his resistance was fading. "But I'm just not that into it
right now."


"C'mon, kid. You gotta nut and bad." Sonny Gray didn't argue, still running
his fingers over the massive tent in his dark green shorts. "Tell you
what..." With Jarrod Parker still impaled on his hard prick, Donaldson spun
himself so his back was to Sonny, then drove Parker deeper into the bed,
making the kid moan, and turned his own ass up high enough so that his
perfectly untouched asshole came into view.  Sonny Gray's heart beat a
little harder. "If it'll get you up outta that chair, why don'tcha come
over and just fuck me?"


"Fuck..." Jarrod breathed in surprise. Sonny's dick throbbed even harder
into his shorts. "You don't wanna make that offer, man," he said quietly.

"I wouldn'ta done it if I didn't want to," Josh said, "Now get the fuck
over here 'fore I change my mind." Sonny Gray paused just a moment, biting
his lip and staring at that cherry jock hole, then jerked up, shoving down
his shorts. The 23-year-old's dick rose up like a tentpole, thick from the
base all 9 inches up to the wide mushroom head, one fat vein snaking down
the underside. Fuck, he was even harder than he'd thought; he'd barely
touched himself but his dick was already leaking, the crown reddish-purple
and his balls hanging heavy with cream. I fuckin' need this tonight, he
suddenly realized.


The rookie crawled on the bed. He put a hand to Josh's back, then ran it
slowly down to the third baseman's waist. Sonny breathed in deep, feeling
the tight curve of Josh Donaldson's hips, the muscular power of his upper
body. The pitcher pulled off his gray t-shirt and put the other hand on
Josh's other side, feeling the 220-pound muscle jock's hips rock forward
and back as he fucked his other teammate. "You sure you're cool with this,
dude?"


"Yeah, bro," Josh breathed. "Just...take it slow." Truth was, Josh
Donaldson had been wondering for almost a year what it'd be like to feel
one of his hot and hung teammates deep inside him, to look up to see Sonny
or Jarrod bearing down on him instead of looking down to see one of those
guys twitch and jerk as Josh fucked him. He'd even imagined what it'd be
like with guys he'd never fucked around with -- to feel Eric Sogard, the
hot nerd jock in glasses, sliding his dick inside Josh; to sit on big Nate
Freiman's huge cock, watching the tall rookie's face contort in pleasure as
Josh lowered himself onto that thick shaft; or to look up at Josh Reddick's
bearded face as the hot outfielder fucked him hard. Yeah...he was ready to
give it a go.


He felt Sonny's hand between his legs and sucked in a breath. "'s cold," he
whispered.

Sonny leaned in, suddenly hungry, desperate to fuck Josh, desperate to
slide inside that tight, never-fucked hole. "Gonna get a lot hotter soon."


"Oohhh fuck...fuck!"  Sonny Gray breathed slowly as he drove two inches
inside Josh Donaldson's ass. He couldn't believe how fucking tight his
teammate was, and he literally had to hold himself back so he didn't come
before he was all the way inside. Josh was happy for the break, too -- for
his part, he couldn't believe how fucking thick Sonny's cock felt. Just
when he was thinking maybe he should have started with a smaller dude, the
impatient rookie drove his dick further inside him.


"Fuck...oh Jesus, go slow, buddy."

"This...is slow," the hung pitcher grunted, punctuating the second word
with another drive forward. "God, you're so fuckin' tight. Feels fuckin'
amazing." And as uncomfortable as it was, Josh was still turned on as fuck
thinking about the fact that the rookie's huge dick was actually inside
him. His own cock hadn't gone down an inch inside Parker, though the expert
fucker was no longer fucking for the moment and had gone totally still,
just feeling Sonny Gray push deeper.


"He takin' it, man?" Jarrod called back. He was getting off just on
watching Josh Donaldson's face, twisted in pain and pleasure as he felt a
thick, hard cock slide inside him for the first time.


"Yeah, bud," Sonny said, peeking over Josh's shoulder with a smile at his
teammate. "Like a champ." Jarrod saw Sonny's hands slip up from Josh's
waist to palm Josh's pecs, playing with the third baseman's nipples. "Fact,
I think our boy's just...about...ready to--"


"Unngghh fuck!" Josh moaned as he felt Sonny Gray's dickhead grind against
his prostate. His dick suddenly throbbed again and Jarrod groaned deeply as
he felt Josh thrust deep inside him too.  "OH fuck!" The rookie pitcher's
dick pulled back, then sank deep again.  "Oh my God, fuck, that
feels...fuck..." And again. "That feels..." Josh was fucking Jarrod Parker
hard again now. "That feels...fuckin' amazing, dude."


"Fuck..." Jarrod groaned. His own cock pumped out another thick dollop of
pre-come. He watched as Josh's muscular body began to shake not just with
the steady rocking of his own fuck-rhythm, but also the strong, needful
fucking of Sonny Gray. "You doin' ok, buddy?" Parker knew from experience
how good it felt to have the young stud pitcher fucking him deep, but he
couldn't read the look on Josh's face. Veins now snaked across Josh's
tattooed forearms, and a thick one crossed each of Josh's thick biceps, as
they strained with the effort of fucking Jarrod while his own cherry ass
got long-dicked by his own teammate. But Josh quickly nodded in response.


"Still feels...fuckin' amazing," he grunted. Josh's tongue licked across
his lower lip and he breathed shallowly as Gray's dick found new and deeper
parts of his hole. "Kid's fuckin' huge...so much fuckin' dick inside me."
He clenched his eyes. "Gonna come..."


Jarrod Parker was already there. Seeing Josh Donaldson, teammate who fucked
around with them sometimes but who he still thought of as basically
straight, not to mention a guy whose 220-pound build and closely-shorn
mohawk exuded masculine confidence, getting fucked for the first time, all
while still pumping his own 8-inch dick deep into Jarrod, just drove the
young pitcher over the edge. He groaned as he came, his dick firing cream
all over his own tight pecs and stomach.


That sight helped drive Josh himself to climax, and the newly tricked-out
top jock stared right into Jarrod's eyes as he felt Sonny Gray's cock hit
his nut one more time. "Awwhhh fuck..." Josh growled in ecstasy, his entire
body taut, arms and shoulders bulging, abs clenched, lips half open, as his
teammate fucked a load out of him.  Josh came hard, the shots of MLB jock
come soaking Parker's insides, firing so hard out of Josh's steel-hard cock
that the pitcher could actually feel them hit the tight walls of his hole.


Moments later, Josh felt exactly the same thing. Sonny Gray's youthful face
tightened, his sweat-slick blond hair matted against his forehead, as he
came suddenly into Josh Donaldson's previously unseeded hole. Sonny
breathed out in short, sharp bursts as he kept fucking Josh hard even as he
pumped shot after shot of hot rookie jizz up from his heavy balls through
all 9 inches of his gorgeous cock to land inches deep in Josh's new
pro-jock cunt.


After that there was a long moment of silence, filled only by heavy
breathing from three exhausted Oakland A's. Then came Josh's low voice:
"Boys...I think we're gonna have to do that again."


Back across town, Josh Reddick was thinking much the same thing as he
watched himself in the bathroom mirror, relentlessly fucking Jose Iglesias
against the counter.

No sooner had the tightly-muscled Tiger shortstop's tongue and lips had
gotten Josh so fucking hard and wet he couldn't believe he hadn't already
unloaded his balls into the handsome Cuban's throat, than Iglesias had
pulled off suddenly and stood, peeling off his own tight t-shirt. Reddick
felt his eyes trail unbidden over Iglesias' firmly-muscled body, arms,
chest, stomach all tightly defined and layered with muscle.


"Fuck," Reddick breathed, "you look...fuck." Jose had just grinned that
fucking sexy grin, making Josh's dick throb even harder.

"Thanks," the shortstop had said. "You look...pretty 'fuck' yourself." Then
he'd just leaned in and kissed Josh Reddick hard. And Josh, who loved
kissing women but had never thought once about how one of his teammates'
lips might feel, had returned the kiss easily, loving the feel of Jose's
pretty but powerful lips on his, his lips and chin and cheeks still
tingling from the feeling of direct contact without Josh's beard in the
way. As they kissed, Jose's hand ran gently over Josh Reddick's cock, just
enough to keep the A's outfielder right on the fucking edge. He'd been a
little shocked to feel the straight jock's hands appear at his own waist as
the kiss deepened, Reddick's hands sliding tentatively over Iglesias'
ripped stomach, as if to see just how it felt to touch another baseball
player's tight-muscled midsection, then sank down, pulling Jose's shorts
along, till Reddick's fingers were curling around Jose's own leaking-hard
cock. Jose had felt Josh's breath quicken as he felt a guy's hard dick for
the first time between his fingers...but Josh didn't pull away. Jose was
about to pursue that budding interest when he felt Josh's other hand on his
tight ass, his fingers moving toward his tight entrance. Figuring it'd be
easier to start there, he'd broken the kiss, given Josh another grin, and
turned around.


Which was how Josh Reddick ended up in his own bathroom, desperately
fucking his major-league shortstop buddy. Jose's ass felt fucking
incredible around his ultra-hard dick -- tight, warm, hungry for him.  The
kid knew how to take a cock, no doubt about that, and what's more, as
Jose's low groans rose into growling pleas to Josh to fuck him harder, he
really seemed to be enjoying it. It was enough to make Josh wonder...

Then Jose's ass was clenching tighter around Josh's cock and the handsome
infielder's hands clutched the edge of the counter as he came, his cock
firing like a cannon, soaking Josh's mirror. "Oh...oh, fuck...sorry..."
Jose groaned even as he kept coming, another shot nailing the faucet.

"It's fine, it's fine," Josh breathed as he kept fucking Jose hard. Jesus.
Seeing this stud ballplayer, a guy he'd played with forever and never
imagined would want Josh like this, spraying his load all over just from
Josh fucking him, then looking up to see himself again in the come-streaked
mirror, shaved clean, chest and arms and stomach pronounced under his
smooth skin, totally consumed with fucking his own buddy...fuck. It drove
Josh right to the top. Reddick grabbed Jose's tight body around the waist,
clutching the kid's abs, and came, his cock pumping the biggest load he'd
ever shot deep into Jose Iglesias' ass.

A minute later, Josh still hadn't caught his breath, and his dick was still
rock-hard inside Jose. "That...that was..."

"Don' worry about it," Jose said, still barely holding himself up off the
counter. "I've wanted to do that...for so long."

Reddick's cock swelled fuller inside him -- the thought that Iglesias had
been out there wishing to get fucked by Josh Reddick was almost too much.
"Buddy...I think it ain't gonna be the last time."

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http://ww1.hdnux.com/photos/12/46/74/2780952/9/628x471.jpg (Donaldson)
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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/84/Eric_Sogard_May_10_2013.jpg (Sogard)