Lefty Specialist

Had to get at least one there.

I'm sure they'll do stupid Fox tricks, like talking about Ken Rosenthal's bowtie and random cringy interviews.

20. Boy, at 20 I was getting drunk and chasing girls (unsuccessfully).

Better late than never, I guess.

It'd be nice for this team to play with a sense of urgency.

Well......no.

[list=] =bmfc1 post_id=108503 time=1664031679 user_id=73] Spencer Strider to the IL. A big blow to ATL or was it just bad luck?

I rarely say this, but yay Phillies!

Gary's right, there are bullpen guys who need some low-leverage work.

Yeah, she's super-creepy. I don't think she ever blinks, and she was looking right into the camera.

I only caught the end of that- how did he do it?

Edgy MD wrote: It's unacceptable! It's a travesty! I KNOW people! I DEMAND to be mollified! Meanwhile, I know I shouldn't be surprised that McNeil and Nimmo are both in the lineup, but ... WOW! McNeil and Nimmo are both in the lineup!! Why not just watch it on SNY. TV? I'm in Green Bay, WI and I'm watching on my laptop.

There aren't many things in life that you get really really excited for, and then the reality exceeds those expectations. This is one of those times. We got to the field in late morning on a crisp, sunny day in Iowa. It's a Thursday in late September, so it's no kids, just adults, empty nesters all. Spoke with people who came from Texas, Washington state, Minnesota, Virginia. Lots of 'Can you take our picture' going on. They only want you going 5 feet into the corn, but that's okay because you don't really want to go much farther than that anyway. Had a catch and someone videoed it for us. Brought a wooden bat and got a few swings in. Random people with gloves would field for us and we did the same for them. Mrs Lefty hit a line drive back through the box that narrowly missed me and declared herself done. Went into Dyersville for lunch at the Textile Brewery where we had a giant Bacon cheese and maple syrup pretzel that may have been the best thing I've ever eaten in like forever. Back to the field for our house tour with half a dozen others, and then they turned the keys over to us for the night. The house Has been returned to the way it looked in the movie as much as possible and it's pretty close. I'm looking right now at the steps Annie sat on as she told Ray about her dream of Fenway Park. I'm sitting at their dining room table right now typing this. The house is crammed with baseball memorabilia and F.O.D. stuff. The master bedroom looks over the field just like in the movie. The two of us could wander through everything to our hearts content. We ordered a pizza for delivery and watched the sun set beyond the left field foul pole as we sat in the porch swing. Just a perfect day. After 8 PM, we had the field TO OURSELVES. Everyone was gone including the staff. We got to turn off the field lights ourselves when we were done! (it's not the one switch that Annie throws in the move, it's 6 breakers that are in a box next to the gift shop) Now for the bad news. This is probably the end of this bucolic existence. Field of Dreams and 300 surrounding acres were bought by a company fronted by Frank Thomas in 2017. They built that other field where MLB had games the last two years and they are going to destroy this place. They're building a complex that will have NINE baseball fields, a training center and a 110-room hotel. The renderings of it are just awful, and it'll all be done by 2025, meaning constant construction going on. They're taking something good and pure and they're strip-mining it. But for now, it's totally quiet and the sun is just starting to come up. Took a thousand pictures which I'll need to figure out how to post. But this was flippin' awesome. And the Braves even lost, so that was the capper.

Heading to Field of Dreams today. Irrationally excited.

Can't let this one get away, boys.

Bernie Brewer, smiling through his tears.

Hey, this home run stuff with runners on is fun.

Is Keith developing a little bald spot?

Nice little tack on run here. On edit: make that runs.

Couple, wordlessly, suddenly decide to take Amtrak to a baseball game in Washington/Philadelphia/Boston rather than just watching it from their comfy couch.

So, Megill may need to scrape off some rust.

Well, there goes the no-hitter.

That batboy looks like Vogelbach's fatter brother.

Vogelzoik!!!!!

Wow. Back to back triples!