It doesn’t top Matt Cain’s sandwich injury:

I picture him on a vintage Hutch, riding off his roof. Send me an angel full blast in his headphones.

Bears fans are particularly amusing.

a 1972 or earlier C10 restomod.

This is heartbreaking. I wonder if he had tried to reach out to Dan Carcillo’s foundation?

He’d look good at Wrigley, and Maddon would still not have to pitch to him.

1997. started 1-10. gave up almost 3 points more per game than they are this year. Rick Mirer, Rashaan Salaam......ugh.

Mongoose, for when you can’t afford a Hutch.

and here I thought Gawker bit the dust.

“For reasons that are barely explained, HR assigns the world’s best/worst cop Lionel Fusco, played by Kevin Chapman, who in his first of many acts of dick-tripping manages to make some very minor mistake that a CIA agent can easily take advantage of.”

umm, a guy that has once recorded a 5 out save.

The BB % is atrocious. The K % is not really anything to worry about.

The amount of incoherent shrieking early 20 something girls, and fist pumping hi fiving bros (all seemingly wearing Bryant jerseys) was astounding. Particularly for a tuesday night.

well, not this year at least

im one of the few that has never seen the show.

Michael Phelps is not going to be happy about that.

This is a good thing.

were you conflicted about Sammy Sosa, and his domestic abuse “issues?”

they’re in win now mode, sure gleyber could possibly have gotten them more in the off-season, but what’s more important? Winning a world series, or a prospect that very likely doesn’t have a chance to usurp Russell?

starred for truth, and for a great stones song.