Someone needs to tell Jason Giambi that you can’t be your own Slumpbuster. In a recent Conde Nast Portfolio article, Giambi claims to wear a gold lamé, tiger-stripe thong when he’s not hitting. I claim this cuts down on seeing panty lines through his uniform. Wait, what? Damn you, Jason Giambi, damn you. What happened to the guy who used to tittygraph his way through a night of drinking?
