Red Sox fan hits grand slam; Red Sox give up grand slam. This has been your universally feel-good baseball highlight.

If by “just,” you mean two hours ago, then kudos to random non-Sox player. Update: he “just” took a shower after David Ortiz won the game in extra innings.

The philosophy of the artwork relates to the idea of the sacred feminine.

If he asked for 100 women and their cats he could have gotten them all from Jezebel.

I laughed.

It’s not the glove that is the problem, it’s the fact that Lester has a serious case of the yips. Apparently it’s easier for him to throw a glove to first than a baseball, which is...super weird.

I hate their youth.

Shart Sandwich, the compromise Spinal Tap album that never was.

I’m going to propose this to my fiancee. If he things it’s a great idea, I’m going to call of the wedding.

Panda would’ve swung at it. Vlad would’ve hit it.

“Qantas never crashed.”

I’m pretty sure that’s just his instruction to the artist.

On my balls, on my dick then I bust a nut quick. On her face, on her chest, stick my dick between her breasts. Come on fellas, let’s get weird. Stick your dick up in her ear.

Luckily, Olsen’s wife will never see this.

“2 outs, bottom of the 9th in young Scotty’s life”

I’m also sure of kobes response.

Really was rooting for Farfeg. Oh well.

Oh, there’s The Panda, creeping girls on Instagram in the Fenway clubhouse bathroom.

Manning: Are you sure the NFL doesn’t test for this stuff? I don’t want to get in trouble.

Lacob’s Splatter