Which was also a perfect game - on Mothers Day.

I recall during the days of paleo-Facebook, when it was still a college only thing (and not a Russian Troll hangout), I had a thing on there called something like “Daily Hibachi,” with a new quote from Gilbert Arenas every day. It was my favorite part of Facebook.

Glaring omissions - truffle salted marcana almonds, sriracha barbecue sauce, and their frozen taquitos.

I recall hearing stories about how the ‘86 Mets were really into playing in the snow.

The Cataan article was interesting because after it came out, everyone in Green Bay bought up all the copies of that game within a 100 mile radius of the town.

That was the year I started collecting baseball cards. Those will always be classic in my mind.

I’m a junior high school teacher, and one of the best parts of the job is that every year, my jokes are totally new to half of my students.

He’s obviously not a long distance runner.

Yes, it’s like he’s been Roughned up a bit.

I really hope there’s someone out there named Elite Wiggle - that would be fantastic in the All Names Bracket.

Shouldn’t the 3rd base coach be paying attention to this kind of thing? Isn’t that his job?

Don’t feel bad - there are plenty of her ilk that will be quite excited to meet her.

Well, the Twins’ starter for tomorrow is Jose Berrios, another proud son of the island. So, not likely.

Hard to believe, but peep it. Frank Viola had a decent start.

I found Charlie Hough inspiring - if I could learn to throw a knuckleball, I, too, could have a two decade plus MLB career. Of course, I was too lazy to learn that, but it’s not too late - I could be a 4o year old rookie knuckleball phenom!

The very first MLB game I went to was the Twins hosting Cleveland in 1988, and I remember Julio Franco hitting a homer in that game. I went to a ballgame in San Francisco in 2007 against Atlanta, and Julio Franco was in the starting lineup again (after going to hundreds of games in the nineteen years between). I felt…

Very true - there were twinks at another match.

“psssh - weak.”

...who gives a shit?

I recently bought the 1988 Fleer baseball set on eBay as an extra Christmas gift for my brother. I recall when I was a kid, we were sure these cards would be worth hundreds of dollars by now, just the like the 1955 Mickey Mantle card my father claims my grandmother threw out sometime after he left the house.