Nicky the Swish and Javy T. Squeeze could save this team. HAHA no, just kidding. They couldn’t. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Dude, I’ve got a two-liter of Mountain Dew and a bunch of D&D books. Let’s party! Also, Bacon Spice is fair game.
Better the devil you bro than the devil you don’t want playing first ever again. Actually, not really.
On mystery punches, spending wisely, employment prospects and the best year of the late-mid-1990s.
Hype and hyperbole in the form of staggered heavy metal and awkward front office transactions. Part one in a series.
An underperforming centerfielder is not necessarily a death sentence, as long as you trade him for a franchise cornerstone and augment him with a Hall of Famer.
Reasons to be optimistic about the return of Paul Konerko this afternoon. Numerically and offensively speaking, of course. .189/.299/.407: Nick Swisher’s batting average, on-base percentage and slugging percentage since the All-Star Break. Dude could use a day or two off. .373/.467/.686: Konerko’s line for the past 28 days. Not too shabby. 11-for-49, 6 BBs: Alexei [...]
The more things change, the more they don’t actually change all that much.
Perhaps “all-consuming hatred” isn’t the correct term after all. Katie from Oh, It’s THOSE Girls extends an olive branch.
Someone around here is pretty awesome. Someone else, not so much.
Live arms, dead hope, empty promises and a whole field of unanswerable questions. Play ball!
