Unfortunately Yelich nowhere near as clutch as the machine DJ LeMaheiu lol.
Inb4 archi posts some retarded stat on how it’s beneficial to lose this game.
Reds bounced today, 5-0. So 22 innings and unable to push a single run across the board.
A's came from behind to bounce Chicago. They get Houston next.
Oakland plz you're our only hope
Someone clear something up for me. At the end of the regular season some teams were guaranteed a playoff spot. So why are they playing in wildcard games? Like the Cubs. They lost the first game and was suppose to play today (rained out) and if they lose their next their out?
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everyone who made the playoffs is in the wildcard round, all series are best 2 of 3 this round
Marlins bounced the cubs. 7/7 on playoff series all time now. I think they get the Braves, and Dodgers face the winner of St. Louis/San Diego?
https://twitter.com/ringer/status/13...872151556?s=20
"They cheated and then they're mad at us. Like get the fuck out of here. It's a fucking joke. And then you finish under .500 this year. Like, shut the fuck up. ... The kid's a clown, I'm sorry. Fuck them dudes, man. Y'all beat a team that's lost 18 straight fucking playoff games."
CC dropping truth bombs
correa bregman and altuve didn’t do much talking when they were hitting .264, .242, and .219 this year while none of them were on pace to hit more than 20hrs
So it's...
AL East vs AL East
AL West vs AL West
NL East vs NL East
NL West vs NL West
Fun, unless you were a fan of a team in any of the central divisions I guess.
Guess that big ass Harper contract isn’t helping. Meanwhile stolen from discord.
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you forgot this one
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WE PLAY TODAY. WE WIN TODAY. DAS IT!
I’m not gay but I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Luke Voit. We won’t ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him tighten his ass as he chops wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I’ll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Luke. I won’t be able to climax and I’ll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other’s eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he’ll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.
That's a hell of a pasta
One of these days, Judge is gonna get called out on another low and away pitch and he’s going to snap and beat the shit out of the ump.