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This is looking promising.

Might as well win this game just for the heck of it.

This is a really troubling aspect of ABS. I don’t want to destroy pitching staffs as they try to make up for this.

Journey Bank Ballpark•Williamsport, PA. Ordinary dimensions, and the home field of a collegiate summer baseball league team. Seats 2400 and it’ll be on ESPN.

The integrity of the game is undermined when pitches two balls width out of the strike zone are called third strikes. Nobody likes this even if you sometimes benefit from it or are harmed by it. It’s not good. I don’t know what ABS would look like at the MLB level, but I wouldn’t mind a test run.

I guess it could be worse. When I hear the word “groin injury” I double over in pain because I think about that the way a sixth grader does. So I’m glad it’s not a “groin injury.”

Left abdominal tightness for Perez.

I went to sleep when they still had a no-hitter going and awoke to this disappointment. I don’t have the energy to feel bad about it. With all the injuries and rookies, phenomenally poor hitting, and only two real starters, it’s amazing this team can win as often as it does. I blame ownership, but the oligarchy never sends itself to the guillotine. Where is Robespierre when we need him?

Screw the umpire Baez scores.

We have a lead.

During my happy go lucky hippie days in the spring of 1973 I spent a month there. It was really great and I’m sure that the mildly shabby home my friends rented has been gentrified and is now worth several million dollars.

Be afraid San Francisco… Be very afraid…

Listening to Jim was like watching the game with your uncle. He’s family. Jim never broke anyone’s heart like a third base coach can.

Two out of three on the road isn’t bad. Oh well.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore! Edgar Allan Poe

So tomorrow’s game with the Giants starts at 10:15 PM for those of you in the eastern time zone. The game thread will be a little lonely tomorrow. Hope Hawaii never gets a team.

I love hearing the choo choo…

It’s raining runs, Hallelujah It’s raining runs, Amen

Dueling no-hitters tonight. It’s like Deliverance with teeth.

It’s not a lineup that should strike fear into any opposing team, but somehow they show up and play ball better than they probably should. Ask the Dodgers they could tell you this.

I feel sorry for the Mariners since they will have to deal with the humiliation of getting swept and losing to this lineup of rookies, the injured, and a permanently slumping overpaid veteran tonight. They may even question the nature of the universe and their place in it when they drag themselves back to the locker room and drive home in $200,000 cars to their Instagram model girlfriends in Scandinavian themed glass and steel penthouses overlooking the fantastic skyline of Seattle and ask themselves if life has any meaning at all. No, they won’t. They’ll suck it up and move onto tomorrow just like John Wick. Because that’s what men do. And they could beat the crap out of us, but I hope not.

Why doesn’t Seattle do a getaway day game on Thursday like we do? Jerks.