I have to log off for a bit, sir, but allow me to double down before I split.
I have to log off for a bit, sir, but allow me to double down before I split.
I’m personally delighted that out of everything in your original reply, it was the “misuse” of the word synergy that prompted a response.
I can’t keep doing this with you, OBG!
Okay, fine, whatever you say Chid.
He got hit with a ball, big woop. If you think his father, Roger Maris, didn’t go through things like this when he was chasing the ghost of the great Bondsbino, you don’t know baseball history. Robin Williams made a movie about it called, 73* (because it happened in 1973 and he needed to hit 73 big dongers to set a…
Concussing the other catcher? That’s a plunking.
Quietly accepting the unwritten rules of baseball is against the unwritten rules of baseball.
Flipside I have some friends who want the switch only for something to do on trainrides/travelling and have absolutely no interest in ever using it docked.
Even if it means I was wrong and dumb, this is good Kinja
this description is accurate to a PFT
You would think this would have been covered in the CBA and that the union could file a grievance. I mean, it was open to interpretation when Jimmy Graham wanted to be tagged as a WR, but this guy played almost exclusively end last year. The league can’t be trusted either.
just The Flintstones intro except instead of Fred it’s Jerry Jones and instead of his family it’s a bunch of 18 year old blondes
I guess for Nathan Peterman that’d be safety?
me be rich someday like good owners. me not care about team have good players only care make ‘smart’ decision. me play fantasy football me smart like gm. me crypto racist. me hate players. oo-oo.
I mutter this to myself while I’m standing on the tee pad, about to rip a disc through a batallion of trees guarding the disc golf basket.
The dead giveaway being that Siri defaults to the British spelling of orgazzum.
Translation, if needed:
This is fantastic.
Norman uses the hashtag #OneoftheGreatestdayeverinmylifetime
Why do I love my car?