Tough but fair. 

Yeah, sure, but also fuck the Yankees. 

Ah, the fake kneel. That’s the move elderly or overweight Catholics do at church where they just scoot their ass a little closer to the edge of the pew so they don’t have to struggle to get back up.

In Neely’s defense, just because Ravizza’s dead doesn’t mean he isn’t doing what he does best.

To be fair, if there is ever a tornado bearing down on Michael Wilbon, I also hope that no one tells him.

I believe that was Wilt Chamberlain’s pick up line

On the one hand, I feel bad for the fan. But on the other hand, how often do you go home with a souvenir on your face?

More like Angelique Gerber, amirite? Get it? Because she’s such a baby... you don’t get it, it’s funny.

A Lesion of Their Own

“Summer Catch”

Eight Men In

Liver let die. 

Auf wiedersehen, Felicia.

Goddamn kids. Not that kind of rally!

Later that night they planned to burn a large wooden T on someone’s lawn. To let them know it was the Tennis team.

Betting constantly? I got a fiver that says it never happens.

I bet we won’t!

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

the ’Tics played smarter

Probably just should have used the japanese translation and referred to him as Shiba Inu.