that-other-guy
That_Other_Guy
that-other-guy

Congratulations sir. You need to update your resume now.

Just not the wife beater or the Trump lover, but other ones, have at it!

Not to be confused with Joe Buck saying “Pass issss ____” a hundred times a game on Sunday’s.

I got away with putting 6-3 on my first driver license even though I’m only 6-1 1/2 at best, and that’s the height I’m sticking with as long as I possibly can goddamnit.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiin West Philadelphia

WHY ISN’T THERE AN OPTION TO FLAG A COMMENT FOR RANK STUPIDITY?

Williams led with an “Odell who?”

That’s so sweet, never stop loving them. My mom finely curated my artistic talents (nonsense drawings and noodle necklaces galore) and I model airplanes in 3d now for a living. That kind of encouragement in a child’s youth is so valuable because the challenges that come up in school and all they kids trying to kick

Increasing the likelihood of scoring has a non-linear effect on the increased chance of a comeback.

Or to put it in other terms: recovering from a 4 run deficit in the bottom of the 9th is now significantly statistically more likely than it was 5 years ago.  To me - that makes for a better game (whereas I might have

Tongue-in-cheek is going over heads recently. But, your premise is a big school of thought and movement in a lot of male dominated organizations. It’s a great show of societal growth as well. We shouldn’t be shocked when we see a lot more women in these roles and I do believe they will excel (I.e. Becky Hamon, Nancy

Pitcher: “Your frequent replacement of perfectly fine baseballs is excessive.

Umpire: “What? Why wouldn’t the Freemasons find Spaceballs impressive?

[...mutual confused silence...]

Pitcher, Umpire, Batter, and Catcher together: “Bill Pullman sucks.

🎶🎵Are you ready

This is alarmingly accurate.

I’ll say it straight up. My rights don’t end where your personal tragedy begins.

stalls with no doors should be designated a hate crime.

I had the unfortunate combination of being both a decent catcher and also being gassy. One day, I tried to throw out a runner stealing second, and ripped the loudest, nastiest fart right onto the umpire.

For food we had: Steak. Burgers. Bar-b-que. Pizza. Beer. Soda. Milkshakes. Mari-fucking-juana. A DJ. Ice cream cake.

“AH! WHATS WRONG WITH ME TODAY!?”

nice pivot

You’re misremembering it. That was an episode of The Apprentice.