Andre Ethier, Batting Clean Up in My Girlfriend's Heart

Before she met me, my girlfriend hated sports. When we first went out I remember asking her how many professional athletes she could name. She came up with an extensive list that consisted of Brett Favre, someone named "Tion" (turned out to be Terrell Owens), Kobe Bryant, Shaq, Michael Jordan (who had been retired for three years), Scottie Pippen (two years), Mark McGwire (five years) and "that Jeter guy on the Yankees." Two years and roughly 300 baseball games later, her list is considerably longer and includes almost all of the Dodger starters (though she does sometimes inexplicably confuse Blake DeWitt for Joe Beimel).

Nobody makes her eye twinkle quite like Dodger right fielder (or left field and even occasionally bench, if Joe Torre has a senior moment) Andre Ethier, who she often refers to as "her boyfriend" and likes to remind me that he shops at Target (she caught that in a post game interview and I'm pretty sure that's what cemented her feelings). We here at WC Bias would like to salute you, Andre. Thank you for being a handsome man and for getting Jessica to watch baseball. Bless you.