Hey FI Fam. I have no excuse for missing Friday except that your friendly neighborhood Professor was tired and forgot what day it was. My apologies. But it’s Monday, and you know what that means. Actually, I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean but I’m gonna give you some mascots, because that’s what I do.
This gif is everything to me.
It’s good to see Robinson Cano doing things I Cano he can do. (You missed my puns, didn’t you?) And of course, I am a Friend of Moose.
It is a sad day in Braves Country when my #BravesFam timeline is all excited about one thing…Craig Kimbrel. Who now plays for the Boston Red Sox. Who actually beat the Braves today. And Kimbrel got the save. My Braves loving friends are so down on this Atlanta team that the mere sight of Kimbrel got them excited and happy. This is a man who delivered the killing blow to our team, but they didn’t care. They just wanted that Silver Surfer swag to bless them one more time, even if it was with the team that just ripped their spinal cords out, Mortal Kombat style.
My buddy Dayton says it for all of us.
Rat poison would be kinder.
As many of you know, I am taking my talents to the East Coast in a few months. This means that Cheeselandia and I will be parting ways. I have lived in this frozen nightmare landscape for about fifteen years, and I will not miss it. However, there are a few things I will miss about America’s Dairyland. Most of it is cheese, fine homemade ice cream, and fish fry every Friday evening. But in all honesty, I do like Miller Park, and I will be sad to say farewell to a venue that has nice views, decent eats, cheap seats, Bob Uecker in the house, and a fine retractable roof.
Baseball is meant to be played outdoors, it’s true. However, a nicely done retractable roof, along with a sliding glass wall, does sometimes make it feel like you’re outside on beautiful days and lovely summer nights. And when it’s freezing cold, or raining cats and dogs, you don’t have game delays. All you have to do is close the roof and Bob’s your uncle.
I hope I get to see a game one more time before I go. Maybe my small child Scooter Gennett will hit a home run for me. I will, in turn, wear my much loved Scooter t-shirt. Because of course I have one.