A sort of randomness. Writing, reading, life, beer, and baseball.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Mariners get back on track in a big way.
21 runs.
20 hits.
4 homers.
Taking the series from the reigning first place leaders.
This is how we do it.
FUCK. YES.
(Source: everythingmariners)
One night, my ex girlfriend and I split a bottle of this stuff between us, as a nightcap, after drinking very, very heavily before.
It ended probably just as you’d expect; with us drunk out of our minds and doing inappropriate things in settings too public by far.
Point being, while as far from manly or sexy as you can get, this is some good shit if you’re in the right mood.
I’m not posting this because I think it’s badass, I’m posting this because I’m a dumbass that slid into third on a force out.
I know you’ve probably seen the trailer for “Prometheus” already, but good god, this one, the international trailer, is one of the freakiest, most suspenseful things I’ve watched in a long time, AND ITS ONLY THREE MINUTES.
Yeah, my ass will be there opening night.
I hate George W. Bush with a passion, which I think is probably a fairly common sentiment among most people my age group. But this photo, taken after 9/11, speaks more to me about the power of the “national game” than anything else I’ve seen. Politics is removed from it, as are all considerations of the disastrous foreign policy that made 9/11 inevitable.
The only thing that matters in this moment is an American President, an American President who is a die hard baseball fan, throwing out the first pitch at Yankee stadium because the people assembled there feel as if they need healing, and they are choosing to take their solace in the most perfect and most American of all games.
Baseball is a red-blooded sport for red-blooded men. It’s no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It’s a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest. -Ty Cobb
