Yup, we promised you that Intern Bill would not be writing about the Yankees at all this season because a) 95 percent of this country loathes them, b) ESPN is going to service the franchise at every opportunity it gets, and c) they stink this year. But there’s actually a neat Yankees post here: One of their draft picks, Mykal Stokes, is an interesting (regular?) teenager according to his Myspage page (which is now private).

I think it’s safe to say that we’ve all done stupid things as young people. Hell, we’re still young people and we’re still doing stupid things. The difference is we mostly have the good sense not to post these things on the Internet. The same can not be said of this younger generation of Americans, those that grew up with MySpace, YouTube, and that series of tubes we call the Internets, now coming of age where they can pursue athletics professionally.

Oftentimes situations will present themselves where these young people, being the young and simple folks they often are, will advertise themselves on the Internet in ways that will make them look very, very ridiculous.

Enter draft pick Mykal Stokes, a southern California native and 41st round pick of the New York Yankees in this year’s MLB draft. While DeShawn Stevenson’s Myspace was priceless, Tyler Cippard’s was embarrassing, and Lawrence Maroney’s was outstanding, Stokes is just plain… um… well, look at it!

Our friends at NoMaas.org break it down rather nicely:

Among the things we learn as we listen to Mykal serenade and rap to us over smooth Cali beats, is that he is “boss” of a local business in Tustin, mykals titylicious booty poppin club. He apparently majored in “baseball” in high school and currently earns more than $250,000 annually. [Before he even makes it to USC! - Bill]

And this is before even discussing the tour de force that is his photo collection.

The voice, the look, the words of wisdom. Friends leaving him comments like:

“cheating circle tomorrow in math haha dont be an idiot like yesterday though haha”

Awesome. But not as awesome as his singing ability.

One might be troubled by the cheating allegations, the bad spelling, and the formal wear that even make knuckle-heads in South Jersey cringe. But according to legend, Bobby Jenks could barely spell his own name when he was drafted.

A 41st round pick is usually a long shot to make it (or even a long shot to actually sign the contract they’re offered). But needless to say, after these performances, we’ll probably keep our eyes out on Mykal Stokes.