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Romy! f*** the challenge. I already got notification that the Sox won.

Someone inform Lance that he can't blame defense for homers.

The photo of Lance Lynn with the Yankees is objectively hilarious.

So is Moncada!

Robert and Burger doing their part to clear the skies.

Lance, please actually eat salads.

Man, Eloy's defense sure is something.

Alright Jake, I eat my words.

George Miller isn't our biggest concern.

I'm working from home today, but the skies are grey instead of orange. The AQI is dropping to "unhealthy" thankfully and no longer smells like a campefire outside - just slightly musky. If it keeps dropping, they'd almost certainly play. The weird thing is that a bunch co-workers and I all woke up feeling sore, as if we were severely dehydrated. So hopefully the Sox stayed hydrated last night. My idiot neighbors decided that today would be a great day to start drilling our sidewalk, which is kicking up a bunch more dust.

Ironically, rain would clear out the smoke.

Anyway. #5

Weird ass weather patterns This is what a nor'easter is, because I had no clue until I moved here:

It actually hurts your eyes to be outside at this point. At I'm in lower Manhattan where it's slightly better.

Sucking it up is exactly the problem!

It's something weak minded people say.

With how hard Jake Burger hustles, he might die running for second while breathing in this ashy air.

This is near my office in Manhattan, which is currently better than the Bronx. Usually you can see those buildings clear as day, because they're like, 5 blocks away.

It's currently 234 in the Bronx and supposed to get worse as the day goes on.

Who cares about being able to breathe good air? It's fucking sepia toned outside my office window and I can't see buildings past a few blocks. It'd be asinine to play.

Look for HDC/9

Inspired: Grandal to second.

He went online and saw people talking s%*#.

Bring back the Polo Grounds.

Maybe it's not so bad that I'm in the blackout zone.