Ban the fucking guns.

I just want to know what conditioner Eugenio Suárez uses.

The only thing I can think of during these Google Cloud AI ads during the playoffs is ‘Thank CHRIST Nomar didn’t have AI.’

Y’all, come on.

The biker bar in town has signs up for the PA Supreme Court Election (endorsing the Democrats on the court). I love this weirdass town.

I’m just saying that the Brewers seem to actually like each other.

Bring me a Canadian-Midwestern World Series!

It’s Algonquin for ‘HELL YEAH.’

Perhaps this was unnecessary.

HOLD MY CALLS, I have new tattoos to discover.

I had a cold brew before this game just in case.

Hhhhhwhat?! Weird Catholic shit for eeeeeeeveryone!

Also high f’ing fives for no Spanish subtitles.

CATHOLICS ACTING LIKE THEY READ THE BOOK!

Doesn’t everyone get high and watch ‘The Battle of Algiers’? (We finally saw ‘One Battle After Another’ and I think Paul Thomas Anderson may be a witch.)

Every day, give yourself a treat, etc.

We’re seeing something else but I ABSOLUTELY had to get these.

VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we score a run? ESTRAGON: Yes. Let's. They do not score.

WHAT a game. Thank God I had no rooting interest in it.

I am sorry to Mariners and Tigers fans, but this game is GREAT.

Holy cats, this game is stressful. I don’t even have a dog in this hunt!

So much free baseball this postseason. I don’t like it.

You can’t fool me. That’s a Nac Mac Feegle dipped in green paint.

Presented for your costuming needs:

I have decided to cope with going from two teams in the postseason to zero teams in the postseason by doing a double feature of ‘One Battle After Another’ and ‘Kiss of the Spider Woman’ tomorrow.

My nephew cried on the way to the bus stop about the final Phillies play and my BIL turned it into a teachable moment about compassion by talking about how the other players immediately took care of Kerkering. My BIL is a good egg raising a good egg.

I’m not SUPPOSED to start cackling about the Nobel Peace Prize, but I did.

Nobody tell my mother. Signed, Named After That Fucking Book

I’d be a lot more angry with Topper than Kerkering, Philly. That bunt was inexcusable.

Huge upside: No White House visit.

I just hope they sign someone who can bust up the Very Serious Raw Milk Collective in that clubhouse, because that team desperately needs to loosen up.

At least the Union aren’t tainted by today’s suck.

Friend, I have had a shitty enough postseason. This is unnecessary.

However, negotiations are underway to MAYBE make New Orleans our Bananas road trip next summer, so it’s not all bad.

(You throw to first with two outs. Always. Jesus fucking Smith, what boneheaded goddamn baseball the whole series.)

Oh, look, my rooting interests just flew to the Midwest and Canada.

I am going to vomit.

WHO ORDERED FREE BASEBALL? I just want to talk.

Jesus Christ Almighty why couldn’t I have liked dolls and painting like my sister? Why did I have to pick baseball?

I know, I know. Working on kicking @wing2j.bsky.social out now.

Is Rob Thompson wearing a jacket or a half-zip sweatshirt in the dugout? If it’s a jacket, I may need it.

Schism! Schism! Schism!

Anxiety cross-stitching/niece gifts completed. (I’m working on a third, non-van Gogh one.) Who said living in the darkest timeline was unproductive?

I skipped coffee and went straight to Irish breakfast tea this morning. I’m too old for West Coast start times.

Vladdy: "DAAAAAA YANKEES LOSE!"

That was fun. Let’s do it again tomorrow.

Related: the 6 YO spent a solid chunk of our chat this morning trying to talk me into buying a ‘SCHWARBOMB’ jersey.

SCHWARBS PART DEUX

Bunting still sucks.

EAT SHIT YANKEES VIVE LA CANADA