TODAY IS TODAY.

The most genuine baseball-watching experience is chanting “go go get up get out” at a ball that is DEFINITELY not leaving the park

Second most genuine baseball-watching experience is chanting “dropitdropitdropitdropitdropit” at a player who is DEFINITELY not dropping the ball

i think one of my favourite things about watching sports (beyond the sport itself) is the magical thinking, the way every spectator feels responsible for the success of the team. the people who are physically there need to sing and scream as loud as possible but then everyone at home has their little rituals. who's to say if the goal we scored was because the players know how to play or because i refused to go to the bathroom, this friend of a friend in rio sat down to watch the game for the first time in his life, these dudes in lanús lit a candle, my cat walked into the room, this woman in caballito did an intention ritual to cure the evil eye, my coworkers in núñez switched seats, a friend froze their goalie. i mean clearly the first option but i think it's (1) hilarious that this kind of magical thinking seems to be largely unavoidable (2) a lot of fun. we're all doing our part ❤️

remember when kevin gausman wanted a flamethrower for celebrations? jays staff said best we could do is a stuffed dragon on a stick

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

vlad and vali were petting the dragon in the batting cages before the game. and then george brought it out for the hr