Those late 90's Indians teams had guys like Thome, Sandy Alomar, Manny, and the big name guys... But the nostalgia of guys like Jeff Manto, Jaret Wright, Dave Burba, and Russel Branyon is borderline overwhelming.

He forgot the most important part of the 5 infielder strategy... Don’t groove a belt-high, 86 mph fastball (I guess?) to Edwin Encarnación.

Matt Underwood and Rick Manning do a great job on TV, but Tom Hamilton is on another level. I have a Tom Hamilton bobble head that does the “Swing and drive, wayyyyy back, gone!!” when you press a little button on the side. If my house was on fire and I could only grab 1 thing, bobble head Tom is coming with me.

Especially when you consider that those walks were to the 6, 7, 8, and 9 hitters — walking Urshela to bring in a run — leaving the bases loaded for the top of the order... Allowing Bradley Zimmer to promptly clear them with his first career grand slam.

Better to be good than Lucky.

Yes, Gronk Thoughts™ are something you should have.

Better a Lucky Whitehead than a lucky blackhead, am I right?

*Cums*

Someone call Danny Trejo, it’s time for Machete 3: We All Scream for Ice Cream.

Ah, yes... The 12 (Klondike) Bar Blues. Love it!

All impressive feats for a man who struggles to palm a softball!!

Oh Noooo...

The asteroid that will inevitably wipe out the human race can’t get here soon enough.

Wow. He is not taking the Hugh Freeze news well at all.

I tried to star you, I really did... That’s how it all started. But your 21 stars became 20. I clicked again, and, sure enough, that 20 became 19. I’ve become some kind of Kinja God — I’M DRUNK WITH POWER!!

You’re awfully weird, friend. Are you Peter Thiel? If you’re Peter Thiel, you have to tell me, you know.

I’m in... One last big score before I get out of the frozen treat game for good. Maybe I’ll find myself a beach, some bottomless Mai Tais concocted by equally bottomless bartenders, and all of the puka shell necklaces I can wear. The good life, Linc, I’m talking about the good life.

The thought of dozens of ice cream trucks summarily rolling out of the depot in, what I can only imagine to be, a Red Square-esque formation of mobile sugar shacks, loaded with loyal sucrose soldiers eager to peddle their frozen wares, all the while jingling their jolly jingles, is simply adorable.

The assault offense that occurred on July 16th at the Clutch Bar...

This is like the most innocent joke ever. +1 DFA (Designated for Adorableness)