You’re making it pretty hard to hate, man.

Live in San Antonio now, but lifer East Coaster. Buc-ee’s has the best bathrooms in the known world, for my money. Certainly in the “roadside convenience store” category, but probably ANY category.

I’ll throw another place in, that you’re more likely to be near if you’re just ‘passing through.’  The Biscuit Factory in High Point in pretty spectacular.

Now I’m gonna be mad the whole day and not do anything.

Already read through the comments, and they’re funny, no question. But you know what? Fuck it. Not gonna be snarky about this. There’s a metric shit-ton about sports that is just awful - it’s pretty much why we all ended up here. But that kid had to sit through a 2019 Orioles game, on one the few remaining days of…

You’re already catching it from everyone else, but I’ll join in:

Ah. Well, it appears I got “strikeout” this time, as my pick of the Three True Outcomes Of Kinja Responses, then. As did a lot of us?

Please take all the stars for today.

I’m gonna have to disagree with some of this.  I’m anti-fascist, but I’m not nearly as willing to use violence against it.  Not so much because I’m against the violence part, just mostly because I suck at it, and don’t like getting hurt.  That said, still against fascism.

Wait, so Greg’s *two* letters don’t get the roof opened??!? Well, fuck those guys, then!

I used to dance under the name “Whett Thudd.”

I will grant you the latter half of that entry all sounds like a series of good things.  But - for me, anyway - the stuff at the beginning, and the way the team has just be so bad most of the time, outweighs all that.

Angelos is a great Baltimorean, even if his record as a team owner is decidedly mixed.

Well, yeah, but it’s gotta be a Home Depot bucket from 2009 or later.

You new ‘round these parts?

Here’s my counter to Boone: how about you drink a big ol’ glass of shut the fuck up AND go fuck yourself, while you’re at it?  Just a starting point, mind you.

“Western Pennsylvania cracker plant”

Nats fan, so I’m .... less than thrilled for his happiness last night. And I’m generally pretty glad he’s gone, even if to a division rival. But I WILL, readily and easily, admit: I miss that hair. Arguably, I miss HIS hair more than I miss my own.

What a shame, man. You spent ALL DAY trying to get someone to play with you, and then Michael tore your shit apart in two posts. But at least he gave you something to think about while you’re gone. Happy thinking!

Man, ANY drug is fun!  It’s all in how you use them.