LWFS

I concur with my colleague directly above. Still, let's work this team-building exercise: 89: Loogie 74: Wilson 34: Avilan 32: Brach 21: When you're aqui, you're Familia 19: Se-word and his weird Tom Brady "ice cream" 17: Zamora 9: Mazza 8: Edwin Diaz, but he's locked in a closet, and if he can get himself out, he wins a promotion to the 40th 6: Lockett Sub-basement 2: Bashlor Poured into a suspiciously-colored patch of cement in sub-basement 3: Drew Gagnon

Brews untie it, and keep it that way. The Cubs are just underway in Whale's Vagina, and ain't nobody scoring. Vaya con dios, Daddys. But-- BUT-- the Bravos are helping, in their own way: up 3-1 in the 9th... but with two on and a coiled Maikel Franco PHing. Carry on, my Me-lan-con. [uPDATE: he DID!]

STRAP YOURSELVES IN AND FEEL THE Gs: IT'S MOTHERTRUCKIN' BASHLOR TIME

Obviously-- OBVIOUSLY-- you start Frazier every day, right?

Matz be NeoMatzing.

Squirreled away in the Porch; 6-0.

Frankly, it's the kind of thing most of the last decade or so has conditioned me to expect out of a Met offense.

Honda CRVs are just WAITING for you to enter them in the Dakar Rally, you coward.

And there's two more. Well.

Pretty sneaky, Wilson. Well, that's one.

Matz be Matzing.

Gary and his straw men. This'll only worsen with age, won't it? Alas. =Centerfield post_id=21588 time=1568238541 user_id=65] =41Forever post_id=21585 time=1568237098 user_id=69] =Ceetar post_id=21572 time=1568232186 user_id=102] I'm anti-hats anyway, so that works for me. Particularly the NYPD ones.

Nimmo takes a sprint. Good start.

LADIES AND GENTLES, IT'S MOTHERFATHERIN' BASHLOR TIME

Two innings of many, many baserunners-- which won't be in endless supply, regardless of poor 'penning-- and no cash money. It's early, and this is totally premature... but I think we just lost the game there.

Are we doing 'New York Groove" again after wins? Sweet.

Oh, thanks be for other people's worse bullpens.

Johnny Lunchbucket wrote: Oh I wanna see a de-shirtsing here Hell, could get some ball-peen with that, if you're lucky. Full count.

Diaz to close. We're gonna need a bigger rocks glass.

Buffalo time.

Edgy MD wrote: Protest the game against this time-waster. Or, you know, just let our actions do the talking and end it with alacrity.

Edgy MD wrote: The Los Angeles Times wrote: A few winters ago, Parker's parents convinced him to undergo a hair-replacement operation. It did not work as intended, and it left him with a significant scar spanning the back of his head in the shape of a toothless smile. It's visible when he's not wearing a cap, and he takes it off each time he takes the mound, showing the scar as he faces second base and prays. Parker prefers not to discuss the operation, but he understands why people ask. He doesn't let it flood his boat. “Here's what I take away from that deal,” said his father, Richard. “I take the fact that he doesn't care about the scar; he doesn't care what happened. He keeps his hair short and he's not afraid to take off his hat. That's what I love about Blake. I'm telling you, I love the kid because he just doesn't worry about it. “Every time he turns to second to say his prayer, that thing shines, and I see that big smile on the back of his head.” What I take away, Dad, is that you convinced your son to get elective surgery, because he wasn't enough for you as he was, and now he's got a massive scar to show the world. B: "Dad, I'm not sure." R: "Parker men are not thin-hair men, Blake." B: "But Dad, I've prayed on it an--" R: "I HAVE SAID MY PIECE."

That Guillorme bunt was... something. I'm thinking there are at least two Red Bulls involved in Blake Parker's warmup routine. He's vibrating like a '70s motel bed out there.

Quickish, painterly eighth from Wilson. Would that the creative juices would start flowing in the bottoms of these innings. It's been a few frames.

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