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so is being tased.

is this your first time watching javy? lol.

riley mays in center field.

MY OBITUARY FROM WEDNESDAY -- Diego was a Rescue dog. He rescued me on 9/11/07 and every day since. The last 3 days were absolutely brutal, and today was torture waiting for 5:30 to come. The vet was right on time. I wouldn't trade a thing, I got over 5,400 great days and only a handful of bad ones (he had a 3 day ban from the inside the house due to catching a skunk in 2008). He loved everyone. He hated fireworks (not scared, but angry). He hated the lawn mower (but only when I cut the grass, when (my tenant) Paulie would cut it he didn't care). Most of the people in my neighborhood knew his name, but not mine. He was an amazing ballplayer. He could catch tennis balls better than any dog I ever knew. In his younger days he could almost fly. Watching him jump over the back porch partition to go catch a ball was breathtaking. He loved playing goalie (foam balls, not shot hard). When we went for walks he did that border collie stalking thing where he got very low to the ground and walked very slowly towards his target (the dreaded evil being know as SQUIRREL). I loved watching him do that, that focus and concentration and intensity. He never caught one, thank goodness. The night I took him home - at some point he jumped into the bed with me. When I woke up and let one go (you know what I mean) - a loud one - it startled him so much he fell out of the bed (mattress & box springs on the floor, no harm). That was the first time he made me laugh. When I was at work during the day, he'd jump up in the bay window and lay there and watch the world, it was his version of TV. That's how the neighborhood got to know him. He was good friends with the mailman. His favorite words were SURPRISE LUNCH and WALK. and his least favorite words were SQUIRREL, RABBIT and HAIRCUT. I haven't traveled much in recent years so we rarely spent a night apart and he usually slept on the floor. In the morning when I would ask What Time Is It? it was his cue to lick my face until I got up. I have never had a dog who was so good about not doing his business in the house, even on his last day, when he could hardly walk, he held it for nearly two days and walked down his hill and did his business. He was so good about it that even when he passed he did not release any fluids (most dogs do). He loved fruit too, especially watermelon and cantaloupe. We had our own handshake sequence....."Give me five.......Other side.........Now up high." He loved to learn. He was my best friend, and not in the general sense of Man's Best Friend............He was literally my best friend. In his honor I will give another dog a great life in this house, which is not a home without a dog. Thanks for listening. This makes me feel better. ------TODAY, 6:40 PM ------ 2 days later still dealing with his ghost. Because whenever I get up from the back room where I mostly hang out I keep going to his room (yes, he had his own room) or the living room to check on him. When I grab a piece of flat bread to snack on I tear a couple small pieces off out of habit. When I cut up some fruit to eat I still put a few small pieces aside for him. It takes a minute to realize he's gone. This has hit me harder than my father's death did. I don't know why. Maybe because I had to schedule it and that just tears me up. Today I went back to work at the hospital (office) and I really needed to. A lot of busy work, new inventory to unpack, kits to put together, it was the kind of work that was good for me but I had to stop a couple times to compose myself, just odd little things come up and remind me. My bosses have been incredibly patient and supportive (women make better bosses in general). Today was the first time I came home from work to an empty house in almost 15 years. I know I'll start feeling better and when that next dog (or dogs) comes home I won't take a second for granted. I know, I'm going on and on about this but my girlfriend does not live with me so it's just me here.........at least for now, but not for long. I don't know how someone who loses a child can function after that, if a dog can do this to me.

For those of you who put stock in Walter Cherepinski, or just needed a Kool Aid refill...

One of Gus's first scenes is him doing a meet-and-greet with the Fire Department... "While I hope I don't need your services..."

Stupid sprints. Saw qualifying today and thought it was Saturday the rest of the day. I sort of dig the sprints. Big fan of anything that doesn't involve my team implementing pit strategy.

The year he is 36 he will make $63M. No thanks.

Musk has 9 kids. So him pulling out of something is pretty rare.

Would prefer to see Lange pitch the 9th tonight. Fulmer is my 2nd choice.

Tony.................get an Uber home tonight, man.

That was almost Delmon Young-esque.........................I said almost

This all started with 2 out.

I was just joking............I was bored.

Because they should sit down

Candy DESTROYED that

Baez is 64th in first-strike percentage since his career started in 2014, one notch below Nick. https://www.fangraphs.com/leaders.aspx?pos=all&stats=bat&lg=all&qual=y&type=5&season=2022&month=0&season1=2014&ind=0&team=0&rost=0&age=0&filter=&players=0&startdate=2014-01-01&enddate=2022-12-31&sort=10,d&page=1_100 Look who's eighth on this list! 😅

If the last 6 years have taught me anything, it's not to dance on the political graves of loons until they have lost.

Got a cheap Yamaha. I've never played one and wasn't sure how I would like it so I went budget friendly. The damn thing sounds amazing. I also like that you have to play it a bit differently than six strings. Adds more interest for me.

I don't get why Saben Lee is still on the team.

always assume mark jones is wrong.