My boyfriend farts in front of me all the time and vice versa, but I actually feel pretty bad about it because he has an acute sense of smell and a maddeningly sensitive gag reflex (he once puked because his friend farted in his vicinity), whereas I have a very dull sense of smell. I should probably be more…

AGREED

I HATE IT. It is a baseball boner-killer. By the time they finally ruled, I didn't give a shit what the call was. We were standing there so long, we were like, "Wanna go look at the player lot and match cars to players? Douchey lifted truck goes to Uggla!"

I was ready to kill Fredi for not giving him at least a shot at an out in the 9th, given that Walden and Kimbrel tried their damnedest to blow it.

Simmons is a fucking fantastic fielder. Just enjoy it, dude.

I was at the home opener, and this actually looks more conclusive to me, in terms of turning it over, than the call on Tuesday. But as someone pointed out upthread, it likely would have been a wasted challenge with two outs and the bottom of the order up.

Plus, the Mets challenged and won on Tuesday night, and maybe they realized how fucking tedious it is. The challenge takes FOREVER, while the big screen has maniacal replay graphics on a seizure-inducing loop. It was terrible and I hate it, and I say that as someone who was at the infamous infield fly rule game two…

Right? I don't disagree with the article at all, and I groaned when Aaron was introduced last night at the ceremony as "a man of quiet dignity" and "baseball's true home run king," (and drunk rednecks behind me yelled, "TRUE ONE! TRUE ONE!"), because it's just exploitative. But those stats are, like, good.

I took a day off work when my cat died. I mean, I had to take the morning off anyway to drop the poor baby off at the vet, and then I was a wreck leaving the vet.

All the +1s

I was there, and watching him jog off toward the dugout after an at-bat, and then give up on jogging before hitting the third base line, was pretty fun. The Braves got shut out in their home opener, which sucked, but watching Bartolo Colon all night was a damn delight.

I was never allowed to use the word "ain't" and I had a teacher from the north who made it her life's mission to make certain that none of her Georgia-bred pupils ever, ever said "git" instead of "get".

Don't shake it! Y'all is so convenient, and it sounds so nice. I've posted all over the thread, but I'm from Georgia and I live here now, but when I lived in the Northeast and in Cali, I kept all my sayings, and people can take "y'all" away from me over my dead body.

My family is from East Tennessee, and I swear their accents are harsher and less "pretty" than Nashville accents.

Eh, I've lived in California and Connecticut, and when I was there, I still said "buggy" and always asked for a coke. I don't have an accent, unless I want to, but the sayings stay. Plus, "y'all" is efficient and "buggy" is so much nicer and more evocative than "cart."

I'm enjoying the accent anecdotes, but may I also add, WTF IS THIS SHIT:

My dad grew up in Tennessee and literally studied to lose his accent because he feared he wouldn't be taken seriously in the scientific community sounding the way he did.

I've tried to watch Alexa's stuff and I can't. I mean, I felt the same way about Gwyneth in Shakespeare in Love, but that's really neither here nor there.

Theater kids are just always theater kids, aren't they? Apparently, being subjected to singing goes beyond the halls of your high school.

I unintentionally ended up adopting three (THREE) kittens in the past three months. In my defense, the last one was my boyfriend's fault. Anyway, the result is KITTIES EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME. If anyone wants to head to my house and pay me, like, a $2 to hang with my cats and grab a cup of tea, be my guest. Anything…