The greatness of Crazy Crab cannot be overstated
A glance at the newspaper wayback machine, linguistics.
An explanation of Cody Ross’ 9th inning batting technique by way of analogy vis a vis his aerodynamic similarities to a cue ball.
Bill Rigney puts a hat on Willie Mays.
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Real quotes from real people
It’s like you were there. Here, let me freshen that up for you. No olives, no problems. Go team.
Cigars for everyone!
Pobrecito.
Stop breaking my heart.
You’ll remember this feeling from past seasons, not exactly déjà vu, but a terrible familiarity that gets under your skin enough to keep you far from complacent. Spring bedevils your expectations; the cold, sharp edges that you hope will give way to a semblance of summer linger. You’ve been here long enough to know better, and it’s a long way off.
Not marginally better than “First & Ten, do it again,” nor an improvement over “You traveled,
You walked,
You took too many steps.
The next time you travel take the B-U-S!”
Such strange flowers grow in spring.
Everything in its right place.
Let’s just agree to stake out the doughnut place until the Whippersnapper shows up.
Because you know that neon posterboard is a lure, sure as anything.
The San Francisco Giants, official baseball team of the Irish.
One might theorize that one could put an entire bag of Campfire marshmallows (or those fishatarian Kosher ones) atop each flaggy pole and satisfy an entire troop of campers, or an entire me of fishatarians.
Aubrey Huff, have you done this yet?