I am pretty convinced that there is almost nothing the Iranians could do that would make Trump end the ceasefire.

How Good an Investment Was the San Diego Padres? | Baseball Prospectus Not as good as you might think. And also better.

How Good an Investment Was the San Diego Padres?
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He had one of his best seasons in one of the first years I started to understand baseball in a mature way. His K:BB ratio was basically 1:1 (4.0/3.8).

"On to darker runways" could be an epitaph for this whole miserable period.

Good news! We found the cats a home! But they still need a foster home for the next month! Please help us spread the word so we can find a good foster home for them!

"It Comes at Night." No one/nothing came in any sense of the word. When the lights went up in the theater, the approx 20 people in the room looked at each other and said, "What was THAT?" One guy was so irate he stormed to the counter & asked for/got a refund. Thought that was gauche, but I get it.

Better than vice-versa. That's some real body horror.

Depends: How many of them will be Manchin/Sinema types?

Jake Mangum spots kid in the crowd, tosses the ball, and her brother catches it and gives it to her. Dudes rock.

How about Nico and dime-ing Lou Gehrig 1931?

Every team is its own story, but it's at this time of year that the precedents start to narrow significantly.

Pretty sure they the original Hack Wilson was just Andy Serkis's grandpa in a primitive mocap suit.

I don't know what you call a version of baseball in which Nico Hoerner has a 150-RBI season, but I'm definitely down for it.

Was really good, IMHO, and once it gets going (takes a bit) it reads quickly and addictively.

How about the rest of the time?

The eternal questions: "What if Hitler had been accepted to art school?" "What if a random Mets employee/walk-around rubberhead had given a NYC rage-radio guy who will be forgotten the moment his career sunsets a hug?"

I WISH I could call myself a young'un! My wife and I (born the same year) didn't get it. You're in a good spot, though, provided she's willing to run time-travel errands for you. You just can't go see Christy Mathewson throw his fadeaway yourself.

One more on this: When I contemplate a little time-travel tourism, were that sort of thing possible, were I to invent a time machine in my garage (fat chance), the first thing that balks me is, "Where the hell do I go to get the smallpox vaccine?"

Directing the foregoing to the attn of @craigcalcaterra.bsky.social, who wrote in today's (essential) newsletter that a 19th-century-like ballgame should have ended with players dying of dysentery. Nope! It's TB! TB all the way down!

One obvious rejoinder to people who wish to live in the past is, "So you enjoy having your teeth drilled w/o anesthesia, eh?" Another, which becomes obvious when you've looked at enough early baseball, is "Have fun as the tuberculosis bacillus turns your lungs to scar tissue and you die gasping."

There's a radio ad running on some games depicting an angry baseball fan who just can't find the game he wants--the takeaway is to talk to your voice-activated remote or something. When other parties are trying to make $ by piggybacking on fan outrage, MLB has really lost the plot.

LOS ANGELES - URGENT! I'm heartbroken that my friend and neighbor has only a few days to live. We must find a loving forever home for her 2 kitties, Kit (F/grey/white) & Caboodle (M/black). Both 3-4yrs old, total sweethearts. Please ask around and send anyone interested my way, thank you ❤️

Nothing is inevitable except death, taxes, and that.

That's a time-honored tradition in baseball. The best player on two World Championship teams doesn't need the money.

That explains why his BB-Ref page lists two high schools. Most of us are only so unfortunate as to have had one. One was plenty, thanks. With most of us being unaware of things like, "Insanely flukey BABIP for an overage prospect" in 1984, he seemed like a good idea at the time.

1984! Looked like late-blooming Ty Cobb. Or "late-bloomin'" if you prefer onions.

When I was in college (long ago now!) a friend worked on a neuro study involving diet soda. I ordered a Diet Coke in front of him and he nearly slapped it out of my hand. "Participants experienced cognitive declines in every category." "How bad was it?" I asked. "Steve, we had to stop the study."

Kafka via Target and utterly upsetting. Yet another reason to spend your money elsewhere.

They're pretty clearly not coming!

As "I Love L A." plays at Dodger Stadium, the Mets should consider adopting another song Randy Newman recorded: "Gone Dead Train."