After a night of barhopping in Cedarburg, the Racing Italian Sausage is missing

Beer and curling, eh?...

The Klement’s Racing Italian Sausage went barhopping in Cedarburg recently, delighting patrons and posing for photos. The only problem: No one can say who was wearing the $3,000 costume, which had just been stolen from the city’s Winter Festival.

The 7-foot-long weenie was lying unused in a backroom at the Milwaukee Curling Club’s new Cedarburg location during a fundraiser on Feb. 16 with beer-tasting and curling, and a witness saw the sausage walk out of the south door about 7:45 p.m., Cedarburg police Detective Jeff Vahsholtz said Wednesday. The Italian walked into TJ Ryan’s in Cedarburg an hour later and also made an appearance around midnight at The Roadhouse Bar and Grill…

The Racing Sausages, including the Bratwurst, the Polish Sausage, the Hot Dog and the Chorizo, are a popular sight at Brewer’s [sic] games and recently appeared at spring training.

h/t Deadspin

Kansas City Star: Court Reinstates Lawsuit Over Royals’ Hot Dog Toss

Is it still funny when someone gets hit in the eye?

John Coomer allegedly suffered a detached retina and other injuries when a foil-wrapped hot dog flung by Royals mascot Sluggerrr smacked him in the left eye. A jury ruled in March 2011 for the Royals, finding that being struck by airborne groceries was an inherent risk that Coomer assumed by buying a ticket. The Missouri Western District Court of Appeals disagreed, however.

“The risk of being hit in the face by a hot dog is not a well-known incidental risk of attending a baseball game,” the court ruled. “Consequently, a plaintiff may not be said to have consented to, and voluntarily assumed, the risk by attending the game.”

Pattison Ave: Braves determine ‘screaming savage’ is best suited for batting practice

Apparently, we’ve conquered racism in America, and awful caricatures of the past can be resurrected as kitsch on official MLB batting practice caps:

It’s called the “screaming savage.”

It’s exactly what it sounds like.

The Braves’ wordless image of a mohawaked Native American cocking his head back can be difficult to interpret—it is hard to tell whether the man is screaming or laughing uproariously. 

But one thing we interpret for sure is that the logo, originally named “Chief Noc-a-Homa,” comes from a different time, when this sort of thing was… allowed to… be a thing. 

That time was the 1950s to the mid-80s.  And maybe it should have stayed there.