I’ve been to two Chicagoland “work in sports” job fairs through teamworkonline that were structured this exact same way. Paid entry (along with paid subscription to teamworkonline), promises of professional league presence, and a ticket to a Wolves game.

Booooo. How can I tell?

I’ve lucked into THREE shinys in Wonder Trades between X/Y and ASOR, but I am definitely going to try this method

I cannot even fathom what the political aging curve will do to this man

Holy fuck, that beer has been a Cubs fan for longer than I have. Fuck “waiting my whole life,” a fucking can of beer has been waiting longer than me

Wrestling villain LeBron is way better than melodramatic-comic-book-movie-villain LeBron

You too can pitch the baseball like a beach-bodied hunk, using Dr. Trevor Bauer’s revolutionary Dynamo Tension Workout! You’ll shake, jerk, and flail your way to glutes of steel that ever gal will want a piece of!

This was 100% so the footage doesn’t get used on the video board

“Fuck off Janice, I’m not going to your fucking baby shower”

The Cubs were as badly run for the past 60 years of modern sport as the Blackhawks were, but writers were at least willing to attribute it to shit ass ownership rather that That One Man Who Touched The Foul Ball.

And the Spanish broadcasters aren’t even from Spain!

“an international gambling syndicate seems like a much more logical bet”

The obvious historic workaround for that (and singular good name option) is Millionaires

My “Dorothy Hamill” was actually a Pete Rose

#HunterPence’sUpsettingMarionettePhysicality

“...peculiar and unpleasant.”

I mean, I agree that Maddon has earned his mad scientist rep for a reason, but yesterday Bochy pinch-hit Bumgarner and pinch-ran Samardzija

Ding! Vogelbach to Seattle

How about this for some rational dialogue: Go fuck yourself.