Congratulations on being the one person on the internet who white-lists sites on adblock. On the one hand, I appreciate your support of sites you like. On the other hand, you must have so many viruses and youtube must be utterly unwatchable for you.

It’s a good thing that Cano isn’t a star anymore or else, yeah, it would hurt the team. Sad thing is, they’re at least a little bit better when he’s injured.

Somehow, though, in a borough where broom closets are sold as “2,000 dollar a month studio apartments”, it kind of makes poetic sense.

Happily, I had already reached maximum disappointment with the Wilpons inability to spend money on their fucking team, else my eyes would have just exploded. I now say “fucking Mets” with resignation instead of rage.

As a Mets fan, it was so gross watching Wright be deluded into thinking he might have a chance to play, years past when he obviously no longer could, and the Wilpons wavering over how to extract the most money from however the guy chose. So many thought his “return” was heartwarming, I thought it was gross and…

If the frozen corpses of very stupid rich people are all that remain for the alien anthropologists to find, it’s a pretty apt end to our whole ugly mess.

...that’s the joke.

God, the NL East is a trashfire. Such a trash-fire that my terrible Mets still have an only slightly-bad record because they get to play in it.

Todd Frazier is no longer happy simply being the worst hitting corner infielder in baseball, he also has to prove himself the dumbest son of a bitch in the world too. Shut up, Todd. You can open your mouth again when you can OPS an .800 again. For fuck’s sake.

Frazier’s stead-fast belief that he’s still a major league player in 2019 despite the fact that all he has left is a glove at third and occasional power against mistake pitches suggests that, yes, he is childish as hell.

The NBA playoffs are this weird forced march and I’m kind of just glad they’re almost over. Best-of-five conference semis, best-of-seven finals, best of seven NBA finals. Only playoff television money and insanity stand between us and a basketball post-season that is actually entertaining.

I’m not gonna miss Mickey if he goes but it’s not his fault.

Man, that is a “thristy for relevance” move in the sad sad saddest of ways.

Everybody’s got their fetish. It sure as hell ain’t mine but here’s hoping they all have partners that are Into This, and they’re all very happy.

Glad we, uh, have our priorities straight as a culture. People getting all up in arms over their soft-core porno dragon show while women’s rights are burning away as we speak. Good stuff. Great direction we are heading in.

Counterpoint: the Knicks are always the most disastrous situation in the NBA.

I mean, you hope not. The 2019 NBA playoffs already feel like they’ve been going on for three years straight, one would hope the semi-finals just sort of hash themselves out quickly.

I enjoy that in this one post, you have put more coherent thought into roster construction for the White Sox than the White Sox front-office did in the entire off-season.

Hey, half the Mets bullpen are AAAA org-filler guys who should only even sniff the majors as September pity-call-ups, it ain’t just the White Sox.

It is astonishing how little of the drug “fame” it takes to make people chase their basest ugliest impulses, believing themselves immune to consequence because of said fame.