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Mets’ conveyor belt of young impressive arms wraps around the world at the Equator, then loops up over South America like two suspenders and the head, Jeremy Hefner, is Canada, and the crotch area is whatever David Peterson’s done the last month and the armpits in New Jersey and Los Angeles (my two homes, aw, […]

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I’m not one to yearn for the long-gone, halcyon days, waning nostalgic for the old stuff. Faster games are nice, I like the pitch clock and I don’t miss watching pitchers hit. 40-man rosters though? Ah, the salad days. Back in the day (2019), rosters would turn from a soda can to a Foster’s. We’d […]

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Mariners play in an awful stadium. Catchers don’t hit for power–[suddenly something blocks the sun] Is that an eclipse? My “Is There An Eclipse Happening Right Now Or Am I Standing In A Shadow” app says there’s no eclipse but I’m also on a treeless street. Nowhere a house. There’s no shadows here! What on […]

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