Dude, what? They just got the third best player in the world and didn’t have to give up a single roster player. Their already stacked team, that is in win-now mode, just improved tremendously in a year their division is comparably weak to past years. Even if one of their prospects turns out to be a player, you can all…

Have they considered J. Peterman?

Ban anyone with a joke about this.

This year marks the rare occurrence - by my count about 9 of the last 10 years - that at least 3 Canadian teams are going to compete for dead last. Ottawa is going to be awful, with just enough talent to keep them from bottoming out. Vancouver will deserve to be relegated to the WHL. And Montreal is going to be a tire…

I used to be not on Twitter. I never understood how the conversations worked when I saw posts about Twitter beefs, whether simmering, stewing, braising, or on fire.

“I hope these Nazi memes don’t come back to haunt me” is easier done than said.

Traditionalist MLB wouldn’t let him put Esq. behind his name.

You misspelled “whining”. 

Imagine, momentarily, that when a person sees you they don’t see a person, but rather a vessel upon which to project their prejudices. Now imagine that happens every day, everywhere you go.

What is rhetoric?

Thanks for the info. I’m now better informed.

Here’s a revolutionary idea for college football coaches dealing with sexual abuse allegations involving players and staff members: don’t be fucking idiots.

It’s about the separation from the person from his racial identity, and eliminating the former in favour of using the latter for a joke. Essentially, Holland makes the man nothing but a stereotypical prop so he can riff a dumb joke for a few minutes. It’s dehumanizing.

It’s worth the hit to my dignity, which is nearly entirely eroded at this point.

Between this and Brennan Metzger’s trashcan freakout, the American Association of Independent Professional Baseball is quickly becoming the go-to destination for premium meltdowns.

Just going to take a moment to soapbox here. I’m white. My wife is not white. We don’t have kids yet, but when we do, they will not be white. I never have to deal with this kind of shit, but they will, and the thought of preparing them for that terrifies me.

“They both, you know, poke fun at one another. But, by no means at all is he trying to get across that he’s racist.”

I take it you have never interacted with another human person who gives vague direction on the basis of having browsed Pinterest boards for hours and assumes her psychic abilities have transferred those misspent moments to your own mind.

I will if it gives even the slightest possibility of resurrecting Dennis Hopper.

Her admissions and my personal sense of satisfaction notwithstanding, I am wise enough to this game not to leave it to chance.