I think the players should have to put in a damage deposit for stadium upkeep. Tear a hole in the wall with your cleats? Comes out of your deposit. Dig up the mound with your delivery? Gonna cost you. Spit your seeds on the dugout floor? Get a broom and clean it up, young man.

It used to be all that and a frozen rope, bloop and a blast, no place to put him, the hot corner, and hitting fungos. Now with these damn kids it’s all going oppo taco, having good velo and spin rate.

“It also involves using words and language properly.

Gators in the water. Ratings bonanza.

A third of an inning can be 0 official at bats, if a guy gets caught stealing.

Yeah, but “chief knowledge officer” is all lower case.

“Why did Mallory try to climb Everest”

The only test of whether or not it’s a wedding is if there is cake. JFC, this isn’t difficult. In fact, I’m pretty sure you can get an annulment if you served cupcakes or pie. If your parents didn’t have cake at their wedding, you are a bastard child.

Every time I see the name Jordan Clarkson, I try to remember which season of American Idol he was on.

Can’t we just get the national anthem changed to “Like a Rock” and fix this problem the right way? All Seger, all the games.

You can empty the egg carton from one end, but, and I cannot stress this enough, you put it away with the empty toward the back of the fridge. That way you have all the weight in your hand when you grab it next time. You’re welcome.

Can everybody stop trying to make “oppo” happen? And “velo” while we are at it? So stupid.

They are always showing Green Bay when the Packers actually play in Ashwaubenon. Infuriating.

I don’t think you understand how the game works. Rick Reilly has no s, and only 2 Ls.

I hear the thickest Boston accent evah when I read this post.

I did the same thing when I heard a coffee shop playing the adulterous perversion that is the Pina Colada song. And don’t get me started on that Afternoon Delight smut.

I hope he slapped the floor before leaving the coffee shop.

Such hypocrisy, telling an emailer not to reduce women to their nationalities, then, a few letters later, saying you wouldn’t attempt to make “Thai” food. Pad See Eew has a name, Matt!

At least he didn’t kneel for the anthem. That shit’s a distraction.

A comment that as of right now, has 69 stars. Nice.