Also in Pennsylvania:
In all fairness, when it comes to running the bases, there is the right way, and there is the...
I couldn't stand "stoked". It reminds me of the white-sneaker, balloon pants, popped-collar polo shirt wearing dumbasses. With Wayfarers on their head. Named Cody. Or Zach. Or Garrett.
Had that been a Papa John's box instead of third base...
Hopefully justice will shine like the noon day sun.
This reminds me of lifting a large rock and watching all the creepy-crawlers blindly running about trying to escape the direct sunlight. I bet these good ol' boys never expected this.