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Tonight I'm going to follow up on Mr. Evert's recent blog entry about Ross Kemp getting beat up by his wife. The "I got destroyed by my wife club" is a very exclusive society. More exclusive than the Claremont chapter of "I lost my virginity to a lesbian" (sorry, Aaron).
That is why I'm going to devote this excursion into bloggerdom to the former pitcher for the Anaheim Angels and St. Louis Cardinals, Chuck Finley.


Chuck Finley, over his 17 year career in the majors, put up respectable numbers. Lifetime 200-173 pitcher with an ERA of 3.85, coupled with 15 shut outs. In his prime, this is a solid #2 man in your rotation and a decent fantasy athlete. He also struck out four batters in an inning more than once. Chuck was paired with Mark Langston for a while in Anaheim (then California) and the two were decent teammates and led an perennially disappointing Angels team. Around this time, Tim Salmon broke into the league (1993) and won the AL ROTY award. But that has nothing to do with what later happened to Chuck.

Some of you may be familiar with the band Whitesnake. Well, in a few of their videos (Here I Go Again), a woman named Tawny Kitaen. Basically, she'd act like a slut and dance on the hood of a convertible while David Coverdale would sing about love and hairspray and whatnot. So, in 1997, Chuck and Tawny tied the knot. The marriage lasted for only five years. Why did it break up? Well, in 2001 there was an incident of domestic violence. Did Chuck pull an Ike Turner and beat the crap out of his wife? Not remotely. Tawny beat him down. Rather embarrassing if you ask me.

So, that's the entry for this night.
I've also decided to name my first born son "Huston Swisher Davison." If there are any ladies out there who agree that this is a great name, give me a call.

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