Remember when Red Sox fans got insufferable after winning the WS? Cubs fans are already worse.

Counterpoint: Don’t.

Nope. I’ll pass. Hard pass.

“My new jobs program will also be my plan for solving the problem of student debt! When I’m president, every college student can choose the regular student loans, which are for losers, or they can go to my new program - they can sign up with a company, maybe Trump Tower, which is a great place, we have the best…

I call bullshit.

Wait. So the kid was like “I have a STEM degree, where is my job?” and Trump was like, “What if you assembled iPhones? Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Since when does the losing team take a knee?

They can’t bring in Kaepernick, if he ever takes a knee to close out a game he will be disrespecting the military.

That was a good analysis of pain and growth. As a parent, it’s difficult to walk that fine line you described — obviously, if your child is going to put his hand on a red-hot cooking element, you pull their hand away, but if they’re tottering on the edge of their bed reaching for something and a fall onto the ground…

As a Twins fan *sobs gently over a photo of Brian Dozier* I am just happy that it’s not the White Sox representing the AL Central. Fuck Chicago. Go Cleveland!

Is anyone else a little upset that Rom Romberts might be an actual person and not just the internet come to life?

I believe the word you are looking for is “uplifting”

this is a good comment and very true

A whole gaggle of words about the North Coast Summer Sportsmen and nothing about the bullpen? Andrew Miller may not actually be a man; more of a superhuman baseball telekinesiac.

Yes.

Except this is Trump, so a medium-ish handful would only be a fry. At most.

It’s almost like everyone seems to think any national announcer has either a vendetta against their own team or a secret fandom for their team’s rival.

Joe Buck takes a lot of shit, and his moralizing over the Randy Moss mooning back in the day was definitely over the top, but he actually seems like a good dude and he (usually) calls a good game.

I hope Cespedes hits a ball 500 feet off Bumgarner, flips the bat so hard it takes off like an Apache helicopter and leaves the stadium, and then stares down that Appalachian fuckwit before he does a pirouette and salsa dances his way around the bases. 

I wouldn’t celebrate too much, Toronto. Tomorrow night you have to face a fresher-than-hell Zach Britton in the deciding Game 2.