For the first three: Yes; Touching the ground; It happens very occasionally but is an accident.

Yes! A batted ball caught on the fly is one of the ways, and being “bowled” is when the bowler’s (like the pitcher) ball gets past the batsman and breaks the wicket. The other common method of being out is “Leg Before Wicket” where the batsman attempts to prevent being bowled by illegally blocking the ball with his…

Glad to be of service. More cricket understanders leads to more cricket fans leads to more cricket everywhere which is good! The guide they posted a little while back is also good and helpful when you have time!

One batsman hit the ball. He and the other batsman (the non-striker, who was the one who ended up being out) are attempting to switch places, which would score one run. Before the batsman who was out got all the way to his “ground” (similar to a base) the fielder threw the ball (impressively) at the wicket (that set…

I wish we knew the names of more of the House of David pitchers. I bet they had cool names.

Mordecai Peter Centennial “Three Finger” Brown

You had “coup de glace” right there!

Surprising with all the time he spends sexting that he can hit home runs too.

Can’t hit amateurs.

Thank you for the continuing Australian National Anthem coverage. It’s good to see these boys rejoicing because they’re young and free.

And called him by his nickname, “el biceja.” (The unibrow)

That’s an interesting perspective, which makes the idea make more sense in concept. I’ve lived in five different states now, ranging from California to South Carolina, and I’ve never heard of “no sales tax on clothes” outside Minnesota. The food thing is real other places, but the clothes thing remains strange to me.

No sales tax on clothing only, which has to be the strangest tax carve-out ever. Good that the jersey counted as clothing and not memorabilia.

Ah, I usually do that when I tell this story in person, because it’s very hard to describe. Imagine hair of uniform 1 inch legnth, perfectly straight, bunched into patches about .5 inch by .5 inch, pulled tightly up into little mountains, and then the peak of each mountain curled backwards uniformly into little…

This is a heard story, not a saw, so please don’t kill me. It is the most disgusting thing that I’ve ever encountered on transit, though. I was on the #6 Bus in Chicago, travelling south to my work-study job at a youth center on 76th Street. The bus turns left at 67th street, and it was then that a man got on.

I’m from LA and I don’t want him as governor, because he’s a slimeball and I’m a public school teacher, so he hates me. I’m glad he’s done good things for Sacramento, I guess, but I think for California he would be a disaster.

This is some real, honest-to-goodness community service y’all have done for his victims, for the people of Sacramento and California, and for schoolchildren everywhere. Good work.

I think it adds to the crazy that they intentionally walked Daniel Murphy with Cespedes coming up next.

Outside of Dandelion Wine, this is the truest thing about Bradbury’s writing ever.