Albert Pujols(notes) can predict the future.

El Hombre literally called his grand slam shot at Kansas City on Sunday, the St. Louis Post Dispatch reports:

After opening the third inning with a fly out, Pujols returned to the Cardinals clubhouse to review video. There he predicted to assistant hitting coach Mike Aldrete that his next at-bat would ricochet off the yet-to-open Royals Hall of Fame behind the visitors bullpen in left field.

"He didn't say he might hit the Hall of Fame. He said he would hit the Hall of Fame," Aldrete recalled.

Pujols returned in the fourth inning against Royals starting pitcher Gil Meche(notes) with the bases loaded and one out in a 4-4 game. Pujols and Meche reached a full count. By then Meche had shown Pujols every pitch in his repertoire except a change-up. When Meche finally threw the pitch, Pujols swatted it some 423 feet off a Hall of Fame window.

He's Nostrapujols! Pujolstradamus! Burn the witch! warlock! Or at least pitch around him. Can Pujols also treat plague and write quatrains about Napoleon and the apocalypse? 2012, Albert. Eh, eh? How 'bout it?

He's got the spirit of Babe Ruth, or at least "The Whammer," right there (VIDEO). 

Another money quote, this one from teammate Adam Wainwright(notes):

"Face it: I'm playing with the best player of all time."

"El Hombre" is Pujols' officially endorsed nickname, though he's also been called Phat Albert, The Machine, Prince Albert, Winnie the Pujols and — my favorite — AhPu.

I want to add "Nostrapujols," or "Pujolstradamus" to the list, or even "The Seer," if you're into the whole brevity thing.

What will Albert predict next?