An oyster.
Only if itâs burning jet fuel.
Not Mancini?
Abreu has been fucking nails.
Man, Abreu sure came through there.
Abreu says âfuck your inherited runnersâ
Our friend the professor of oysterology once described oyster reproduction to us, which mostly consisted of the oysters blowing out their boy stuff and their lady stuff into the water and hoping it mixed. It all came down to if you donât have feet, you canât go out to dinner first.
I like how herding breeds behave. They stick around, donât need to be leashed, the opposite of a hound dog.
7th inning stretch. Time to let the puppy out. Then take the dog for a walk.
Mancini with a lead-off . . . hit? Hit.
Yep, theyâre great, weâve had several. They just need work/exercise/stimulation inbetween naps.
And that is an euphemism.
This is actually how Cajuns reprodeuxce
Trey should have known better.
That was absolutely fucking idiotic.
This is the Chuckie Carr Memorial Baserunning Clinic
Gad dammit!!
Errors.
Theyâre not just for defense anymore.
This game makes me wish I was sitting in a bar in San Leon eating marmot tartar and drinking gasoline.
Feets donât fail me now.