Or at least have the goddamn presence of mind to turn to the person behind you, say “Sorry, I’m not ready yet,” and let them go ahead. \

This right?! I work at a place that is 8-5 but even still the people who eat at 11 or 11: 30 baffle me. that is so early after you have just eaten breakfast. And after you have gotten back you have SOOOO long before you get home for dinner especially since we work downtown so many of these people commute an hour or…

So assuming most people work a 9-5, the pre noon lunch seems crazy to me. You’re eating two and a half hours into an eight hour day?

Strong confirm. I used to work in Midtown Manhattan, where even Subway has a 8000 person line at noon, so going at 2 or 3 in the afternoon is a great way to avoid all the shitty lines.

My office is within walking distance for highschool kids who are allowed to leave for lunch. The Potbelly’s downstairs is typically filled with these little fucks that are loud, smelly, and so sure that the world isn’t going destroy their dreams. Hate’em. Better off going to a bar and getting a burger

What do i have to do with this? JOSEPH! These people need a better expression.

Whenever I hear this I immediately know you take the advanced stat thing way too seriously. Listen, everybody knows there are many better ways to rate a pitcher. But wins are fun and easy to follow as a stat. Counting stats make baseball more fun even if they have less meaning. The race to 20 wins is cool, 300 is…

So he shouldn’t be allowed to use his one supreme talent to try and make a name, and therefore eventually a living and become something meaningful to the world, and a contributing member of society? Should he be doomed to work at the kind of jobs that will hire sex offenders for the rest of his life, shoehorning him…

As Someone who has been a Mariner fan from birth, beating the Yankees is the only good thing ever to happen to the mariners, and you bringing it up in this context is a pretty good example of why I hate the Yankees, who have won approximately 20 percent all world series, ever. “You guys beat us in the divisional round…

It’s an important, if little-discussed baseball skill. Should look like this:

He’s 4'2"

It wasn’t until I was in my early 30s that I got all the way up to 155 lbs.

If you were a Junior or a Senior at my High School, you got open lunch during finals week. My friends and I went to White Castle and essentially had a chicken-ring (not nuggets, rings) eating contest. I took down 45 of them, on top of waffle fries and soda, in our half hour lunch period. I had to bail in the middle…

Beg to differ, friend.

I like the sentiment, but it’s obviously Hector Villanueva.

White Sox, white stache, white hat, Cadillac

Can we at least use Ottawa’s attendance issues to get “purists” to quit pushing Quebec and Hamilton franchises that would struggle to support tepid hockey?

Let alone the constant bitching about how there shouldn’t be teams in the south and west?

I’m trying to picture rush hour in Canada and all I can see are drivers apologizing profusely and insisting that others go first.

Miguel Cabrera got a hit off of an intentional pitch.