there’s a song i was really obsessed with like 8 years ago and i think it was called bronco and i think it was by a spanish group and it had a hard driving beat, throwing this request out into the ether
on this day, whatever day this is, all i can think about is @megrowler.fangraphs.com quoting the QT ad that says ‘this whole spread is a good lunch’
alonso looks like he’s going to cry, diaz up in the 5th, this is dark times this sucks i hate this ahhhhh
this fucked up stressful collapse and related wild card race is what i imagine doing bath salts is like
oh fuck no now they’re fucking up this sucks i hate this
i watch the games on other broadcasts when i must and i watch other team’s rsns but none of it is the same.
i have anxiety thinking about when GKR all retire, i like gelbs and blevins and zeile isn’t awful, murphy is a fuck but at least i can deal with his voice, but what will it mean when the core is gone?
THE SNY BOOTH TO FIELD PAN OUT JUST RUINED ME give them an emmy for the love of god
i’m not calling this a manic episode but it an expression of joy on the internet while still trying to be logged off
bret baty with a three run homer in an opposite field left hander
even if my boys lose, which they will, because they are the new york metropolitans and it’s what they do, i will still love them, im so thankful for this gift of emotional diversion they have given me 162+ days a year
i can’t go on effectively wild discord bc i’m watching the game late but god, what a sport
baseball is beautiful because your team can be both incredible and terrible at the same time
who needs a house out in hackensack? is that all you get for your money???
a pinball and a doink resulting in 5 runs
nimmo goes doink and it’s 13-4
a soft single up the middle from lourdes gurriel
yo whaddup bluesky, we’re gunna try you again
a memoir about how i got extremely into baseball a few years ago and have watched basically every mets game since and how nothing else about my life changed except now my head is always full of names and stats