Texsox

Can't get swept without losing the second game.

If it was only 10% they wouldn't look this bad. They are half of what they could be.

Yeah, plenty of opportunities for a guy hitting .100 or near the bottom of their position on the field. When he's riding the pine behind Burger his career is toast.

It's the batting order. Put guys in better positions and they will perform better.

Wasn't Tony on that team?

Bingo. They'll destroy their careers in the process, but it's worth it.

Moncada is a .200 hitter under a different manager.

My wife just alerted me to the exciting news that we missed two seasons of The Good Witch. Thankfully I'll check back here but I'll be seeing what's going on in Middleton. At least there the old people are competent.

Or that.

Allow him to retire with dignity. Move him to JR's personal ball boy. Advisor. Anything. But yeah, he needs to be out of the dugout.

Just got home from graduation, how's the game going?

I have. And I got my job done well enough to be promoted when they fired the guy. I don't leave my livelihood to others.

So one win one for the Gibber speech away from a world series? Better decisions. Better lineups. All that is necessary. Motivational speeches? Save it for high schools.

Dear JR I know you enjoy fairy tales so I'll try to help you understand what's happening this way. The first time you kept Tony too little. Now you're keeping Tony too long. He's not going to find a fountain of youth and slay the dragon. A once great baseball guy is embarrassing himself and the franchise. He's not only desperate for a win, but he's equally desperate to look like the Hall of Fame guy he was. Instead he looks like a desperate crack whore trying to move. He keeps kissing the wrong frog hoping he'll turn into a Trout. Give him a graceful out. You may have been the hot couple in high school but now you've just a sad couple. It's not you, it's not him, it's both of you. Sincerely, One Foot Out the Door

Texas to the UP and across. Six weeks or so.

This summer I will be buying about 500 gallons of gas on our summer road trip. Sigh.

That's hctulc backwards.

I literally laughed out loud

Especially if accompanied by pain while urinating.

I believe ER docs call that a death rattle

… Guess it's over, call it a day Sorry that it had to end this way No reason to pretend We knew it had to end some day, this way … Yes, it's over, the kids are gone What's the use of tryin' to hang on? Somewhere we lost the key So little left for you and me and it's clear to see … Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to lie again with you Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to try again with you We're in the middle of ending something that we knew … It's over Oh, it was over … Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let's end it being friends Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, we knew it had to end … Ah, it's over It's over … Yes, it's over, the chips are down (whoa) Nearly all our bridges tumbled down … Whatever chance we try, let's face it widened-eye It's over (It's over) It's over … Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let's end it being friends Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, we knew it had to end … And it's over And it's over And it's over … Too Much, Too Little, Too Late to ever try again Too Much, Too Little, Too Late, let's end it being friends Source: Musixmatch / Fat lady singing

Unless the opposing pitcher has a slider.

It could be my imagination but my Sox bottle opener seems to be making my beer taste like shit.

Saving him for the pennant race

JR doesn't read the sports pages.