Platinum Glove results just dropped and at least one of my defensive picks held up, so the victory drink is earned. Tell me your ballot survived today better than mine survived the Gold Gloves.
Platinum Glove results just dropped and at least one of my defensive picks held up, so the victory drink is earned. Tell me your ballot survived today better than mine survived the Gold Gloves.
Ohtani's officially an MVP finalist and I've been celebrating like the trophy's already on my shelf. Come over and help me keep the party going?
Gold Gloves came out and half my ballot got robbed, so I'm mid-rant at the mirror instead of my group chat. Someone tell me your picks got snubbed too so I can stop sulking.
Awards finalists are dropping all week and my ballot opinions are already stronger than my coffee. Come argue picks with me before I get insufferable about it.
Hot stove season just opened and I've already burned an hour scrolling trade rumors instead of being useful. Somebody talk baseball with me before I start believing the ridiculous ones.
Season's officially in the books and the jersey goes into the drawer until spring — I'm dragging my feet about it, as you can see. Talk me into one more night in it, or talk me out of it?
Halloween won and I definitely lost — the candy bowl is nearly empty, the costume's in a heap on the floor, and I'm not moving from this bed for anything less than coffee. Someone bring me a cup and I'll trade you the last of the good candy.
Costume survived the whole parade and made it home in one piece — whether it stays on much longer is another question. Trick or treat, pick one.
Parade this afternoon, Halloween tonight, and I still haven't settled on a costume. Want a say before I actually get dressed?
The parade is hours away and sleep never stood a chance. Just me, the jersey, and a window full of city lights. Come keep me company instead?