Recent Purchases

[doug rr]

I completely caved and got my kid Bruce Bolt batting gloves.

Reward for an excellent report card.

I made him pay half though.

I had to google those..ugly..why not just get some franklins?

It’s the cool thing with all the kids right now. He got the bright pink ones.

has his batting average gotten better? is his OPS over 900? is he a 5 tool? trying out switch hitting for the first time?

[Bammer]

Did you have any misgivings about him choosing pink? Be honest

No it’s all pink and purple and mint green. It’s the thing right now.

[Bammer]

I completely caved and got my kid Bruce Bolt batting gloves.

Reward for an excellent report card.

I made him pay half though.

I had to google those..ugly..why not just get some franklins?

It’s the cool thing with all the kids right now. He got the bright pink ones.

has his batting average gotten better? is his OPS over 900? is he a 5 tool? trying out switch hitting for the first time?

1.045 OPS last summer. Up to 1.465 this spring. Glove needs a LOT of work and I think he’s off the idea of switch hitting. Gonna stay lefty.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Did you have any misgivings about him choosing pink? Be honest

No it’s all pink and purple and mint green. It’s the thing right now.

wonder why it's so popular

Drip, Riz, Flash …

Watch 2 minutes of an NBA game, look at the players’ shoes, you’ll see.

[doug rr]

get the kid started with wooden bats if you haven't already..the Louisville S44 is a good start

[bodysnatcher]

yeah it's all about the brightest of colors, practically neon. my nephew has been into it for like 5 years. he looks like a Sharpie highlighter with legs.

[spike]

late 80s/early 90s when we grew up was all about that color scheme for awhile. this shouldn't be strange to any of us.

[Ello Sailor]

Spike is online. Can I get a hell fuckin' yeeeah?

[spike]

what day/time is it?

[Ello Sailor]

Exactly. Glad you made it out of the warp.

[wease]

what day/time is it?

I haven’t known since we left Newark.

[Bammer]

late 80s/early 90s when we grew up was all about that color scheme for awhile. this shouldn't be strange to any of us.

It all comes back around again.

This has me remembering my own wardrobe, trying be Zack Morris. And my neon orange Bo Jackson shoes.

[bodysnatcher]

Our neighborhood gang as kids looked like a pack of bubbalicious neon gum running around. Pretty sure our parents got us bright clothing specifically bc we used to play in the street, that way cars could see us

[dad]

just pulled the trigger on a moccamaster kbgv select and a baratza encore grinder.

very stoked.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

just pulled the trigger on a moccamaster kbgv select and a baratza encore grinder.

very stoked.

Brewing a good cup of coffee is an important daily ritual and I'm glad you are spreading your wings dad.

thanks, dude. i've had a decent maker and an okay grinder for a few years. it was time for a treat.

it also means I'll have to start buying quality beans.

[spike]

A strong cup of coffee in the morning will be key to enduring Trump America 2.0

[bodysnatcher]

5 quarts of oil and an oil filter so I can change my car’s oil this weekend.

[bodysnatcher]

A bucket of range balls