Madge

Base runner who is standing so close to the next base (I wonder if he’ll steal)

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@underdogsanctuary (I had to look up the death pose lol)

@wifesantos

The big stretch the first baseman has to do to catch the ball and remain on base

When a pitch rolls away and the catcher has to look all threatening at the base runners when he gets it

When the batter strikes out so bad and he can tell

When the fielder gives up trying to catch the home run ball

When the second baseman tries to catch a ball twenty feet above him

for your consideration as additions:

(my fave) when there's a high fly ball so the fielder just kind of takes a few steps to the side and stands there with their glove out just waiting for the ball to come

when the pitchers get to a high pitch count in the inning and you see them becoming progressively more stressed out

when the catcher stands bolt upright all of a sudden to grab a runner on first

when the manager comes out to argue with the umpire and despite not being mic'd up you can hear the thick city/regional accent from the body language

pitchers stimming (especially when they tap their hats in weird ways)

batters stimming (especially when they tap the corners of the batter's box in sequence)

the foul signs the umpires do idk why but those are my FAVOURITE

when a runner is on first and you see him kind of laugh and chat with the first baseman from the other team like this is a sunday afternoon social game

(my other fave) when an infielder catches a ball and he just kind of stands there for a second and adjusts his weight ever so slightly to make the perfect throw to first, like, he's so chill he knows he's gonna get the out no matter what so he's gonna do it properly

(the opposite) where they catch the ball midair and immediately throw it before they land because time is of the essence

when a runner gets in a pickle it's SO FUNNY it is like baseball suddenly becomes a game of chasey (tag) like you had in primary (elementary) school like hahahahahhaha

when the second baseman ducks so the outfielder can throw to the catcher

how they wave their arms in a circle at their sides to tell the other fielders they totes got this

when the outfielders hit the wall trying to make a catch

foul ball catches going WOMP into the stands like a see-saw (teeter totter i guess because this is america)

you can't draw this but when the guys in the booth start talking about the most random side trivia you can imagine

when a pitcher gets a crucial out and you see him be like HELL FUCKING YES I AM A MONSTER like he's the guy saying "THIS IS SPARTA" in the 300 trailer (did I just age myself?)

something the size of a giraffe. That flies. That walks, too.

and it's a predator.

this is mine.

wait no:

Honestly, it's been very helpful in communicating to people which fruit they can get for me.

I'm not sure how we even got silverfish.

We live on the second story. Maybe from the old boxes of books from Jaye's parents attic, or the old boxes of clothes from my parent's shed, but either way: silverfish. Mostly hanging around the toilet. Tiny, barely a centimetre long, so pale they were almost translucent.

I heard once they are difficult to keep in captivity because they are so picky about their environment. They weren't hurting anyone, and we didn't mind them. We tried to catch them to put them outside. We failed.

So we let them be, and assumed they would die out eventually.

They didn't. We didn't see them much, but sometimes you would go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and just see them disappear down the drain or into some nook or cranny.

Then our ferret, Coconut, passed away. We were both devastated.

My family had always had pets. I had never lived in a house that didn't have animals in it.

The second part was still true. We saw the silverfish more. Bigger ones. They stopped running away when we turned on the lights. They would sometimes just sit, pressed against the wall. If we touched them they would flee, but if we didn't... They just seemed to go about their business. Whatever business silverfish have.

They moved into the rest of the bathroom. I would sometimes go through my make up and one would run out. How'd they even get to the counter?

They got bigger too. One night, while crying about Coconut, I looked up to see one almost as long as my thumb in the join of the wall and ceiling. It was a wonderful dark, rich grey. I had never seen them in the lounge room before. I had never seen a silverfish so big either. I didn't even know they could get that big.

I wonder if they recognise us, the way wasps can sometimes recognise people. Maybe they just understand that some kind of giant unknowable creatures live in their home, but it is uninterested in harming them.

They were us.

Like literally genetically they were US, just like. A while ago.

Like

Would you trust a TV caveman with a baby? Probably not

As long as homo sapiens have existed, we have had the same emotional and mental capacity as you and I do today. You nailed it. They were US. Even Neaderthals existed alongside and had offspring with Homo Sapiens for many thousands of years.

There's much evidence that cavemen would have had complex spoken language, culture (learned information passed down), symbolic interpretation, and I think they most certainly would have been able to handle holding a baby. In fact I have my suspicisions that an ancient homo sapiens mother may be a more present, attentive, and knowledgable mom than I could be today.

Do not let media trick you into believing we are the pinnacle of humanity. Unilinial evolution theory (google it quick I beg) is BUNK, GARBAGE, and the root of so much evil.

At the beginning of the next class, my teacher showed us a cave painting of a horse. And then he showed all of our horses, which he had scanned and put into the presentation.

He then pointed out all the ways that our horses looked similar to the prehistoric horse. Same features, drawn from the same angle, etc.

And then he asked us, "Isn't it cool that you draw horses the same way as someone who lived 20,000 years ago?"

Yeah. That stuck with me for a while.

Scientists are now pretty sure the scribbles were made by kids ages 3-6, more or less on their own. The adult cave artists were probably doing what any modern parent might do when they want to keep small children out of their hair for awhile: they gave the kids some drawing tools of their own and a small section of wall to work on, out of the way but still close enough to keep an eye on them, and let them have at it.

The team compared the ancient art with the developmental stages exhibited by modern children: the furiously scribbled circles and push-pull lines typical of 3-year-olds just learning to control their bodies, for example, or the wobbly, right-angled figures of slightly older kids beginning to master fine motor skills.

Both are apparent in the cave, superimposed on each other as though two or more kids were drawing at once. That’s a clue the Las Monedas marks were likely made by “siblings or a mixed-age play group within the sphere of safety around adults, but also within their own space,” says co-author Felix Riede, an Aarhus archaeologist.

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