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This is exactly right, and I think we talked about that very thing here toward the end of last season. Riley is saying the right things about it, for the most part. We’ll see whether it results in much improvement over the long haul.

“Controlling the zone” and “be selective and mash” are not mutually exclusive concepts. They actually sound pretty compatible to me. Not every player is capable or maybe even willing to work on these, sometimes not even talented hitters. And sometimes a hitter is so talented that that coaches don’t push as hard to get them get at either or both as they might someone else, because they’ll at least get some decent level of production out of them anyway the way they are.

One point for each stone the scoring team has closer to the center than the other team’s closest stone.

July 2028 will be a very different environment from February 2026.

Good thing the democratic convention is not in progress at the moment.

As we have seen countless times, they have no interest in making allegations and then proving them. It’s so much more effective, and easier, to make the allegations, walk away, and let the lingering stench continue to do the work.

The best thing Bezos could do is to sell the Post to someone who would care about and for it, like Bloomberg. The worst thing he could do is hang onto it and let it disappear into the mist. Which do you think is more likely? I know a lot of people here dno’t like the New York Times, but if we were to lose that too somehow, that would be a debilitating body blow to the independent press in America.

That is exquisitely 1972.

Who's Scott?

"Peeping tom" sounds too cutesy-poo, as though he's merely a bad widdle boy.

It's false. Or at least until it's true.

So that's where they're gonna house you libtards. At least you won't have to go very far. They're gonna probably ship me to Indiana. I'll be in the rail car for hours before they march me out of there and into camp.

AOC for president. One day.

When everybody looks guilty, nobody looks guilty.

I actually watched that live! MSU game was over and that was the other B1G game on. Talk about horrific. Also horrific was that as the throw was being made my picture froze, then skipped ahead to the aftermath after maybe six or seven seconds of hearing the guy screaming his commentary over a still picture. Had to wait for the replay to see it unfold.

Why not? The amount is a rounding-error risk for the 1 in, like, 100 chance that he will be a productive, respected member of a team.

Are you the backup Strategy Expert now?

Not that anybody cares about Michigan State baseball, but they are bringing the hammer down on #8-ranked Louisville 12-4 after seven innings, and having squeaked out a 4-3 win yesterday. Spartans may not be anything this yea—or any year for that matter—but thank god baseball is back!

Do it! You're alive right now and you'll be a long time dead later. Do it!

I am lucky that on January 31, 1989, as I was blissfully ignoring my New Year's resolution by sitting on the couch munching shelled peanuts and watching TV after another day at the salt mines, I was shamed by an ad in the Detroit Free Press and motivated to go sign up for Vic Tanny. Thirty-seven years later, I am still working out on the regular. Again, I consider myself very lucky that I was uniquely motivated that day by my self-imposed shame. Had I not made that resolution in the first place, had I not been flipping through the Free Press that night, had I not been drawn to and read that ad and remembered my resolution that I was blowing so spectacularly at that very moment, I would likely be in a far different state with my fitness and health today. And here is that ad:

Go, Jack White!

They don't have to create fake numbers. That doesn't mean they would never. All I'm saying is they destroyed any trust someone should have in labor numbers as reported by the government, and that destruction of trust will certainly survive this administration.

I am super lucky that, while blissfully ignoring my New Year's resolution by sitting on the couch munching a bag of shelled peanuts and watching TV after another day at the salt mines, I was motivated by a Vic Tanny ad in the Free Press on January 31, 1989, to go join up. As I remember the cost was $72 a year which was supposed to be fixed for a lifetime. I became aware six years later that the fine print allowed them to jack up the price after six years, which they did, to $99. Either way, because I was motivated to use the gym if I was going to have to pay for it, and I have been working out on the regular ever since, 37 years this month. And here is that ad.