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New York Yankees third baseman Alex Rodriguez became the youngest player to reach 450 home runs when he hit one Friday night against the Toronto Blue Jays.

The three-run homer in the third inning off A.J. Burnett was also Rodriguez's 2000th hit.

Rodriguez, who turns 31 next Thursday, is the eighth player to get his 2,000th hit before his 31st birthday.

The milestones come at a time when Rodriguez has struggled. He committed his team-leading 17th error in Thursday's loss to Toronto.

Ken Griffey Jr. was the previous youngest to reach 450. He was 31 years, 261 days old when he did it Aug. 9, 2001.

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I'll start out by let you in on the nickname...In my group of friends, at least the center "hang out everyday" core, there was two McMillans, a McDaniel and an English.  Well English became McEnglish, then McEnglish Muffin of course, to McMuffin. 

It was McMuffin's birthday.  His 16th I believe.  We scored a keg for the party, along with a big bottle of liquor,  Bacardi I think.  Amongst the guests there was some people from California.  They had come to town selling acid which was known in that town by fry.  Now we were the first people in town these people had met and we were instrumental for the success they were having.  We knew a lot of people who did drugs.  When they heard that it was McMuffin's birthday they said, "Free acid for everyone".

Now I didn't want to seem greedy, I asked for two hits.  For those of you who haven't tried it acid is a progressive drug.  If you take one hit one night, the next night you need more than one for it really to hit you.  Now the night before I had 4 hits.  I had been progressing all week.  With two hits soaking in my mouth I headed over to my friends. Here is an example of what the conversation was:

"How many hits you get?"

"Four, you?"

"five, How about you Bandanaman?"

me,"I'm getting more."

So first I asked for two more than changed it to four more.  Now I've heard your legally insane after 5 hits and I was up to six.  Probably just an urban myth.

As the night progressed we had fun.  I convinced McMuffin to let me have a small drink of his Bacardi.  I, of course, slammed as much as I could before he managed to get it away from me.  There was the continuous trips to go smoke some weed in private.  Being in the center core, when somebody asked McMuffin to go smoke a birthday bowl I went too.  Most of that night was a very pleasent haze, though some parts stick out.  We had a bonfire with tumbleweeds.  For the edifcation of those not from the southwest, tumbleweeds fires shoot twenty to thirty feet in the air when first thrown on the fire. It's very hot near them.  I know this first hand from passing out near the fire three times that night near the fire and having them throw a new tumbleweed on there.  Everytime I came to I would turn my head and see McMuffin had passed out less then 10 feet from me.  We would have some conversation like:

"I'm hot!"

"Me too!"

"I don't want to get up!"

"Me either!"

"But I'm hot!"

Not the most witty conversation, but we had just passed out.  You have to drink a lot of alchol to pass out on acid.  I remember when the only alchol left was a Bacardi bottle full of beer.  McMuffin had it and I talked him into giving me a small drink (Sound familliar?)   This time he had to chase me down and tackle me.  Despite a full force, no holding back tackle, not a drop spilled out of that bottle.  Ahhh...the enthusiasm of youth

sometimes i feel like it's just me

like I can just see how i think it should be

and then i see i'm just pretending

that i'm just bending

my perception

in another direction

cause other people are hurting

and are less deserving

of all the curve balls

life throws like when you're at the mall

and a truck hits your car

and it moves far

the tow truck comes and says har har

i wouldn't tow that

you'd be best to stay where you are

and then your mother dies

and it should be no surprise

when a $4,000 bill hits you right between the eyes

and momma left you outta the will

you think it's bad, but even still

then the trash collector dumps out the can

on your front lawn, and you say oh man

and you go to the store

cause you forgot some corn

40 people are in the line

and you say fine

wait a half hour, just wasting your time

and then when the cashier

gets to you, you hear

I'm sorry this lane is closed

this lady doesn't know your woes

cause if she did, she'd be on her toes

and she'd know that you were about to pull out a gun

but you don't have one

so you stab her will the pen attached to the counter

and you tell the police "yo i jus' found 'er"

they throw you in the hoosgow

and now you just think how

did i end

up in the pen

i shoulda had self-control

but that thought won't hold

so you do the laundry for your entire prison

you nicely fold up the grungy linens

and you read the books to get you ahead

hoping  a cellmate won't strangle you dead

you say i'll get out in about 10 years

at least momma won't have to cry no tears

maybe i'll put some flowers on her grave

and thank her for the love she gave

and she was brave raising a kid when she was so young

i guess raising brats like me ain't no freaking fun

i await my release now any day

yeah, i woulda murdered that girl again any way