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He still runs the bases better than anyone on the Mets.

That gif seems like something Mark Sanchez would star in if he played baseball.

I’m not normally one to shit on other people’s comments, but this stopped being funny after the first 2 or 3 times it was posted recently. I don’t mind of you want to rub Cleveland’s face in it for being Cleveland, but please make an effort to be creative or original when you do it.

The Cleveland Plains Dealer has been in a tailspin for like a decade. Does that count?

To hear this guy threw at his own kid in a father/son game.

You’re likely to get shelled.

Their mascot is a turtle. Of course things are coming together slowly.

What kind of high school football player writes well enough to put the apostrophe after both coaches’ names in a friggin tweet? Half the people I work with don’t get that right. Kid’s smart.

What’s up with the foul mouth on the reporter? Is that accepted practice for pieces like this?

Time to check the nuts.

I’d team Buck Farmer up with Hicks in any new venture, but they have a history of dropping the ball.

Is the focus of this post that the umpire was hit with a ball right after ejecting a few Tigers, or that the Tribe’s announcer questioned whether it was intentional? Need to know where to direct my rage. Tx

Olson’s performance is almost enough to make the Indians forget about “Wounded Knee” Miller.

Shane better enter to Inigo Montoya’s theme song, or I’m done with wrestling for ever.

Just stopped in to say that I’m going to use the phrase “saturated with shittiness” on a daily basis from now on. It’s brown gold. So, thanks.

I’m proposing an emergency ordinance in Cleveland city hall tomorrow that all Indians highlights for the rest of the season be set to the montage music from Major League.

The Giants really should be remembering their entire pitching staff, all of whom apparently disappeared right before the season began.

Too bad the Chief’s victory still ended in a trail of tears.

This is his personal night-mare.

Fresh legs and ready for a renewed assault ... on defenses around the league.