mightyflynn:

Inside Wrigley Field’s scoreboard

April 10, 2014

Chicago, Illinois

Photos by Kiichiro Sato/AP



GIF: Brett Lawrie’s Mischievous Moustache

bluejayhunter:

image Brett Lawrie’s Mischievous moustache appears to be working.

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bluejayhunter:

Joey Bats? More like Joey Gloves.
Courtesy of AP Photo/Patrick Semansky

bluejayhunter:

Joey Bats? More like Joey Gloves.

Courtesy of AP Photo/Patrick Semansky


GIF: Diaz Catches, Jumps and Throws

bluejayhunter:

Jonathan Diaz catches, jumps and throws in one fluid motion.

Oh, baby.



If You Want Cook Soup, Na Water You Go Use

It’s funny. For the first time in a long time, I have nothing to say. I am at a loss for words. What makes this funny is that most of the time I can’t shut the fuck up

Ain’t it a bitch. School is already grinding enough but then you got personal shit to throw in.

I’m not here to get your pity. I don’t need it. I’m not a victim. And you can fuck right off if you think otherwise. 

I just want to be that guy that is locked into his work, is damn good at it. Has his share of cigarettes and goes off once in a while to have a beer and take in a baseball game. 

Fuck me sideways. 

My old man is quite the melodramatic. 

He seems to forget not care that I have my own political views that differ greatly from his and that I refuse t do some of the things he says. Not because I’m getting some last late teenage rebellion in. It’s because I’m being selfish for once. I’m trying to be happy. 

Fucking sucks though because he broke my heart today. That’s after, in his words, I hurt his feelings. Such bollocks

On the plus side I did go to that baseball game I said I was going to. If you’re reading this you probably didn’t come so fuck you. The game from a baseball standpoint was fantastic. Dickey dealt but the bats waited till the bottom of the eighth to wake up. We won so I ain’t complaining. Walked with a lady friend from the foot of the city to Jane station. My blackened lungs did not enjoy that. Although I think I did. And I think said lady friend did. 

This piece doesn’t have the urgency and angry fervour that some of my other pieces have. But I don’t give a fuck. I like writing these things with a glass of wine (and if my dad ever reads these) smoking many, many harsh disgusting and dirty cigarettes. 

That’s right fuckface. 

Lot’s of tar packed cancer sticks. 

Right down to the goddamned filter. 

And I’ll enjoy every, last, dirty puff. I will goddammit. 




thatscienceguy:

Guys my dash did one of those thingies!
Also when you have a lecturer with an accent and you’re dealing with the variables ‘m’ and ‘n’

thatscienceguy:

Guys my dash did one of those thingies!

Also when you have a lecturer with an accent and you’re dealing with the variables ‘m’ and ‘n’

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Been in this game one-hundred years, but I see new ways to lose ‘em I never knew existed before.
Casey Stengel (via mightyflynn)


When I go to the mound, I don’t know what it is to be afraid.
Fernando Valenzuela, baseball’s youngest player, after throwing a complete-game shutout on Opening Day (April 10, 1981)