perceived? baseball stats have jumped the shark

Ryan Flaherty ain’t scared.

I’m on my way out for the day.

Funny how no one who went to Harvard ever talks about their alma mater

Fitzpatrick played quarterback at Harvard. It’s rarely mentioned when talking about him, just thought you’d like to know.

You know, Childress subjected us to some truly bizarre motivational things over the years, but I have to say, what the fuck did I just watch?

A SCHWINNER IS YOU

I saw my friend Conrad Nomikos fight such a beast on the shores of Thessaly. Even with the help of his great hound Bortan it took days.

All in favor of making Boar Monday a thing say “Aye.”

This is not true for me, I have Pokemon showing up and aren’t even in the Nearby List, when it should obviously be the first one.

Yeah, I used that method maybe...once? To get a Meowth? Otherwise I just wander into pokemon.

It’s not impossible. By picking a pokemon to track and changing direction until the box in the bottom-right starts flashing green, you can at least know you’re going in the right direction of the pokemon. I easily caught a scyther by doing that yesterday.

If a feature no one knows how to use breaks, is it really broken?

I feel Zubats aren’t worth the time and effort lol.

Sorry guys, but nothing will top Philips Arena’s ring of honor.

From left to right, this is:

3 WNBA conference title banners (0 championships)
A Widespread Panic 20 consecutive sellouts banner
A “World’s First LEED Certified NBA Arena” banner

Those stupid things are the biggest pains to catch.

Zubats may actually be the exception to the “catch all pokemon you see” rule. They are usually more difficult to catch than other common pokemon so they are probably not worth the 3 pokeballs it takes to catch them. If you live/work near hella pokestops though, have at it.

i get it, it takes a lot of work to get the necessary materials for progress, but if i run into any more zubat i will fucking kill a stranger

I’m going to have the most powerful army of Raticates in my neighborhood. (Seriously, that’s all there is. I squealed so hard I woke up my wife when a Bulbasaur appeared in my front yard last night.)