Adam Rosales really needs to slow down and savor his dingers!

That was some fun.

Longs, Ranked:

I’m still upset about Andrew McCutchen’s ACL injury, probably because it felt at the time—and still feels—like the end of the 2019 Phillies before they even got out of the gate. 

There are certainly ways in which this shoe can work (see other comments) however I tend to believe it’s a bit too clunky and has too many layers to its construction, like a wedding cake.

Lucky me, no stilted 50-second synopsis of Avengers: Endgame preceding this Deadcast!

Well, at least no one’s dad died watching the Titans lose!

“What’s the difference?” —Queen Victoria

For Conor, it’s always the Month of the Punch.

I recommend a more ridiculous faux-European name, like TSG 2020 Saint Louis e.V.

Sorry if I ruffled some feathers, but let’s face it: the NL DH is happening. Maybe not this year or next, but someday. That’s why I said “when”, not “if.” Complain all you want, like VAR in soccer, it’s going to be a thing.

In more optimistic news, after seven hours and six officers shot, a Philly police standoff ended with neither the suspect Maurice Hill nor any officers killed.

But he’s a southpaw!

He just can’t seem to stay out of Troubles.

If he can afford his own whiskey, surely he can afford his own Dublin pub...and patrons who will drink his whiskey, join his chants, and let him punch them.

Hopefully the issue becomes moot when the NL adopts the DH. I love a hittin’ pitcher helping his own cause as much as the next guy (like Nola last night) but...it’s time.

Forget bathroom breaks...kid needs a time-out! Go sit in the corner, Nick!

His teeth blinded me before I could get a good look at him, but I’m guessing a character from Totoro, which was not the 1988 Studio Ghibli movie about two kids slowly starving to death during WWII.

Best color for a station wagon too.