Bill Clinton, five minutes? That’s him just shaking hands getting up to the podium.

He OD’d on male privilege.

Annnnd Boaty McWalkoff just did it again, this time with a much more pedestrian solo shot in the bottom of the 10th in a tie game. But still with two strikes.

Annnnd Boaty McWalkoff just did it again, this time with a much more pedestrian solo shot in the bottom of the 10th in a tie game. But still with two strikes.

Can we all be grateful that the interleague scheduling yobbos didn’t bless us with a White Sox-Mets series this year?

Thank you for fixing that. I think Tom kinda left his own white privilege hanging out there.

You made me listen to Braves announcers, though.

I hear the kid got a tryout with the Washington Generals.

Dusty was the poster child for compartmentalized thinking. His pitchers giving up walks was Bad; his hitters taking walks was... Bad.

What Mystery Men signified was that comic books were part of American culture, even though comic book movies weren’t (yet). We knew the character tropes —Mr. Furious as a Batman-type, The Shoveler as Captain America, The Blue Rajah as a fifth-rate combination of Sargon the Sorcerer’s wardrobe, Iron Fist’s *-fu skills…

Not going to the Cubs World Series parade. I’ve never left a sporting event early prior to the birth of our twins, so I have no live game regret. But my family would’ve supported me buying airfare from San Francisco to Chicago to hang out with the several million other insanely happy Cub fans that day.

Anything that dismantles the “boys will be boys” line of rationalization is a boon IMO. Same thing with “locker room talk.” All of it is part of the toxic expectations society heaps upon men to make them *REAL MEN!*

The more we do to let people know immaturity is not a free pass for abusive behavior [insert obligaory r…

So Bartman was just trying to give the ball to a kid?

The When Do We Get Our Kardashian Lineup.

Since it’s all imaginary right now: Hypochondria Lineup.

Does the guy who called the cops have a hashtag yet? Maybe #LowPostLarry or #DukeAlumnus ?

My first ever job was caddying. Big Mamma and the women who enjoyed playing the game like her were the best part of it.

For those of us who watched the Cubs pre-Harry Caray, Jack Brickhouse’s exuberant “Hey, Hey!” was a lovely universal exclamation. Used for Cub home runs, scoring important runs or celebrating a defensive play, it was an unrehearsed declaration of joy.

Let’s also remember a catcher who came on in relief and got the win: the Cubs’ John Baker.

Since I’m reading this via Deadspin, I have to share my favorite Onion sports item.  https://sports.theonion.com/packers-tell-fans-they-gave-favre-to-a-nice-farm-family-1819569685