Welcome to Wednesday. I swore all day I thought it was Thursday, until I went to write this piece and figured out it was Wednesday. So now I’m depressed. I got into a conversation with someone the other day over what the worst day of the week was. She said Tuesday because Wednesday is almost Thursday which is almost Friday. I say Wednesday because by then you are tired and still have too long to go until it’s Friday. We both agreed Mondays get shit on too much. It’s really not that bad. You are all rested from the weekend, and the workweek grind hasn’t quite hit you yet. By the time you wake up on Wednesday, forget about it, you are already ready for happy hour. Here are a few people who like Tuesdays. (Now THAT’S how you do a transition baby!)
Andrew McCutchen hit one for each of the three rivers that run through Pittsburgh. Only he did it in Colorado, which makes me just a little less clever than I had thought. Whatever. Points still assigned.
Giancarlo Stanton does Giancarlo Stanton things. Clayton Kershaw had to drop to his knees to beg for forgiveness for that pitch.
Robinson Cano reminds Seattle just why they gave him that godawful contract.
For those chicks that dig the glove, Justin Upton saves the day
I love you Bartolo Colon but you really didn’t have a change against Billy Hamilton. I dedicate the following song to you.
Dude knows how to keep his lady happy. Happy wife, happy life.
Miguel Cabrera is reminded that you have to ASK for and be granted time, it’s not automatic.
Histo, can you loan this Twins fan some of your never ending supply of popcorn?