Sanchez pointing at where the ball bounced after missing it by a country mile and trying - and succeeding! - to convince the ump that he foul tipped it is some pretty funny playground nonsense.

Baseball’d be a lot better if this became the standard level of annoyed-player interaction tbh.

Also the complete absence of any Blues Brothers-related analysis is a lil sad. John Candy was in a truck!

If I didn’t know better I’d guess OperaPunk might be the same person too!

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I wouldn’t wish loving a sports team on my worst enemy.

“Gonna show society who’s living in who” is now my go-to description for a certain Very Online angry white male mindset, thank you very much for this useful tool.

By far the funniest part was the inning after Acuna’s first boner, when the announcers interrupted their continued tsk-tsking to yell “you can watch *that* one!” when Goldschmidt hit his homer. No double standards there, no sir.

Man, I was trying my best to be optimistic going into last night, but the last two weeks of the season the A’s bats just completely disappeared, and they didn’t magically find them again, and there it was. What a bummer. As soon as they let Morton off the hook for loading the bases in the first it was pretty much done.

Oh, *that* kind of pro bowler. 

Honestly, I’m more concerned by the growing popularity of the idea that ambiguous endings or “rules of the world” that aren’t exhaustively explained are disqualifying problems for a story.

We all know the ninth planet isn’t a cute lil black hole orbiting the sun. What this hypothesis presupposes is.... what if it were?

Man, what happened to Khris this year? I went to a couple of A’s games and it was like watching myself bat, just desperate flailing. He’s gotten it together a bit in the last month but still.

I’m 6'5 and you have ranked it, if anything, too damn high.

Some of us, at least, have our phone out at the urinal to dissuade Bathroom Talkers from trying to make small talk with us. 

I live across the line in Moscow and man, there’s no way I’m going to Pullman today. Too many angry Cougar moms.

You gotta remember, Joe’s got an ego. Joe rang up Gardner because Gardner got uppity and started running to first instead of waiting deferentially for Joe to tell him it was a ball. Simple as that.

A really cursed team wouldn’t be in the same division as the Jays and the Orioles.

Who can forget that national tragedy? *lowers flag to half-mast*

Game of Thrones: Dragons will presumably be followed immediately by Game of Thrones: Tits.

The proposed new location isn’t terrible either, IIRC, and it’s several stops closer to San Francisco on BART. And it won’t feel quite so stranded in the middle of nowhere, either; the Oracle Arena/Oakland Coliseum situation now is boxed in by freeways and train tracks on what seems like every side.