Money, LeMauhieu, Dragons, Beatles and Mincemeat. You know, the usual.
Expansion is not happening, apparently. But naked freeway rollerblading is.
The Negro Leagues, Omar Vizquel, COVID, "Night Court," and a mincemeat update I'm sure you were all waiting for.
Labor strife on the horizon, Rocco embracing his handsomeness, Justice League torture, mincemeat, Marlo Thomas, and the pit dads of metalcore, hardcore, and thrash
Cleveland clanks a would-be slam dunk off the rim, geniuses aren't always assholes, and my daughter turns 17.
The Cleveland Indians are no more. Or will be no more soon.
Dave Dombrowski is back, sports leagues are gonna jump the vaccine line, the rich and powerful are getting preferential treatment, but hey, at least we have Star Wars.
The culling of the minor leagues is complete, a war has been declared on democracy and lawyers need to start owning their work.
“But there’s time, right? Plenty of time.”
A big trade, two big losses, and a holiday in Waikiki
The venerable ranking is back for 2020!
Whoops!
