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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 0:01:03 GMT -5
Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk Sounds like we're gonna be missing real games. Is it my general malaise, or do you have a feeling that we may lose the entire season?
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Post by chiyankee on Feb 24, 2022 0:09:36 GMT -5
Sounds like we're gonna be missing real games. Is it my general malaise, or do you have a feeling that we may lose the entire season? After what happened with the 2019 season with COVID, to lose 2021 would be disastrous.
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Post by kaybli on Feb 24, 2022 0:13:49 GMT -5
Sounds like we're gonna be missing real games. Is it my general malaise, or do you have a feeling that we may lose the entire season? My gut feeling is that they can't be stupid enough to throw away the whole season, but who knows at this point.
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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 0:16:42 GMT -5
Is it my general malaise, or do you have a feeling that we may lose the entire season? After what happened with the 2019 season with COVID, to lose 2021 would be disastrous. Could not agree more. I'm afraid that MLB may lose some formerly die-hard fans - the core audience - fed up with the three true outcomes, four inning starts, jogging to first base, and twenty bucks for a dog and a beer after paying twice that for parking.
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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 0:19:30 GMT -5
Is it my general malaise, or do you have a feeling that we may lose the entire season? My gut feeling is that they can't be stupid enough to throw away the whole season, but who knows at this point. Hopefully, your gut is correct. I never underestimate stupidity. Especially people in positions to make decisions.
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Post by anthonyd46 on Feb 24, 2022 1:39:29 GMT -5
My gut feeling is that they can't be stupid enough to throw away the whole season, but who knows at this point. Hopefully, your gut is correct. I never underestimate stupidity. Especially people in positions to make decisions. What makes no sense to me is they can play a million double headers when COVID shuts down a game, but for this it's WE WON'T MAKEUP GAMES.
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Post by kaybli on Feb 24, 2022 1:45:55 GMT -5
Hopefully, your gut is correct. I never underestimate stupidity. Especially people in positions to make decisions. What makes no sense to me is they can play a million double headers when COVID shuts down a game, but for this it's WE WON'T MAKEUP GAMES. The only silver lining if they shut down games is that the MLBPA said they will not agree to an expanded playoffs in that case.
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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 2:08:22 GMT -5
Hopefully, your gut is correct. I never underestimate stupidity. Especially people in positions to make decisions. What makes no sense to me is they can play a million double headers when COVID shuts down a game, but for this it's WE WON'T MAKEUP GAMES. Excellent point, Anthony! That never occurred to me. Nonsensical double standards.
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Post by chiyankee on Feb 24, 2022 8:27:30 GMT -5
What makes no sense to me is they can play a million double headers when COVID shuts down a game, but for this it's WE WON'T MAKEUP GAMES. Excellent point, Anthony! That never occurred to me. Nonsensical double standards. It's a threat from the owners to the players: No games = no pay. Classic bullies.
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Post by inger on Feb 24, 2022 9:23:45 GMT -5
I’m preparing for a summer with either no baseball, or perhaps a 2020ish unsatisfactory sampling… Ah baseball. You’ve been my mistress since the age of five or six when I collected my first baseball card.
You flirtatiously showed me your leg four another four years until we moved and I was suddenly thrust into the outfield with another kid’s glove on my hand at 9.5 years of age. No ability to field or hit a lick. The only thing that went well was when I finally got to throw a ball back in. I could certainly throw with the best of my contemporaries.
I worked so hard at learning your skills over the next few years until I was able to play the game in a way that pleased me quite well. I wasn’t a jock in school, but in baseball and wrestling I always held my own when I was put in a position to oppose one.
I loved you so much that I needed more as an adult, and formed a Strat-O-Matic league. I had to manage my Yankees. I had to see if I could squeeze a few more wins out of those rosters.
Then something happened in 1981. I came home to a mistress who showed what a whore she could be. I was stunned, but forgiving. My love for you was too great. In 1982, I accepted you back with open arms as you promised you would never act that very again.
1994, you cheated on me a second time. I proclaimed that I had given you too much of my time. From now on I would continue to root for my beloved Yankees, but would no longer care about any other team. I hoped the Yankees would get all the best players and win it all every season.
Here we are in 2022. We all know that in baseball it’s three strikes and you’re out. No season? I’ll be fine. You’ve hardened my heart enough that I won’t cry over you. I got your best years, just as you got mine. If you come back to me in 2023 or 2024, we’ll see. We’ll have to talk about it. Right now I don’t want to waste a glimmer of hope on you…
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Post by domeplease on Feb 24, 2022 12:34:44 GMT -5
I’m preparing for a summer with either no baseball, or perhaps a 2020ish unsatisfactory sampling… Ah baseball. You’ve been my mistress since the age of five or six when I collected my first baseball card. You flirtatiously showed me your leg four another four years until we moved and I was suddenly thrust into the outfield with another kid’s glove on my hand at 9.5 years of age. No ability to field or hit a lick. The only thing that went well was when I finally got to throw a ball back in. I could certainly throw with the best of my contemporaries. I worked so hard at learning your skills over the next few years until I was able to play the game in a way that pleased me quite well. I wasn’t a jock in school, but in baseball and wrestling I always held my own when I was put in a position to oppose one. I loved you so much that I needed more as an adult, and formed a Strat-O-Matic league. I had to manage my Yankees. I had to see if I could squeeze a few more wins out of those rosters. Then something happened in 1981. I came home to a mistress who showed what a whore she could be. I was stunned, but forgiving. My love for you was too great. In 1982, I accepted you back with open arms as you promised you would never act that very again. 1994, you cheated on me a second time. I proclaimed that I had given you too much of my time. From now on I would continue to root for my beloved Yankees, but would no longer care about any other team. I hoped the Yankees would get all the best players and win it all every season. Here we are in 2022. We all know that in baseball it’s three strikes and you’re out. No season? I’ll be fine. You’ve hardened my heart enough that I won’t cry over you. I got your best years, just as you got mine. If you come back to me in 2023 or 2024, we’ll see. We’ll have to talk about it. Right now I don’t want to waste a glimmer of hope on you… Do not mean to talk about your EX-Mistress/Lover = But here are some Naked pics of her:
I think she is trying to make you jealous and for you to MISS HER!!!
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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 21:46:09 GMT -5
I’m preparing for a summer with either no baseball, or perhaps a 2020ish unsatisfactory sampling… Ah baseball. You’ve been my mistress since the age of five or six when I collected my first baseball card. You flirtatiously showed me your leg four another four years until we moved and I was suddenly thrust into the outfield with another kid’s glove on my hand at 9.5 years of age. No ability to field or hit a lick. The only thing that went well was when I finally got to throw a ball back in. I could certainly throw with the best of my contemporaries. I worked so hard at learning your skills over the next few years until I was able to play the game in a way that pleased me quite well. I wasn’t a jock in school, but in baseball and wrestling I always held my own when I was put in a position to oppose one. I loved you so much that I needed more as an adult, and formed a Strat-O-Matic league. I had to manage my Yankees. I had to see if I could squeeze a few more wins out of those rosters. Then something happened in 1981. I came home to a mistress who showed what a whore she could be. I was stunned, but forgiving. My love for you was too great. In 1982, I accepted you back with open arms as you promised you would never act that very again. 1994, you cheated on me a second time. I proclaimed that I had given you too much of my time. From now on I would continue to root for my beloved Yankees, but would no longer care about any other team. I hoped the Yankees would get all the best players and win it all every season. Here we are in 2022. We all know that in baseball it’s three strikes and you’re out. No season? I’ll be fine. You’ve hardened my heart enough that I won’t cry over you. I got your best years, just as you got mine. If you come back to me in 2023 or 2024, we’ll see. We’ll have to talk about it. Right now I don’t want to waste a glimmer of hope on you… I always wished my school would have had wrestling. I still dream sometimes that I’m in a wrestling tournament. Wrestlers and gymnasts were in better shape than any other athletes. Just shredded.
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Post by inger on Feb 24, 2022 22:28:02 GMT -5
I’m preparing for a summer with either no baseball, or perhaps a 2020ish unsatisfactory sampling… Ah baseball. You’ve been my mistress since the age of five or six when I collected my first baseball card. You flirtatiously showed me your leg four another four years until we moved and I was suddenly thrust into the outfield with another kid’s glove on my hand at 9.5 years of age. No ability to field or hit a lick. The only thing that went well was when I finally got to throw a ball back in. I could certainly throw with the best of my contemporaries. I worked so hard at learning your skills over the next few years until I was able to play the game in a way that pleased me quite well. I wasn’t a jock in school, but in baseball and wrestling I always held my own when I was put in a position to oppose one. I loved you so much that I needed more as an adult, and formed a Strat-O-Matic league. I had to manage my Yankees. I had to see if I could squeeze a few more wins out of those rosters. Then something happened in 1981. I came home to a mistress who showed what a whore she could be. I was stunned, but forgiving. My love for you was too great. In 1982, I accepted you back with open arms as you promised you would never act that very again. 1994, you cheated on me a second time. I proclaimed that I had given you too much of my time. From now on I would continue to root for my beloved Yankees, but would no longer care about any other team. I hoped the Yankees would get all the best players and win it all every season. Here we are in 2022. We all know that in baseball it’s three strikes and you’re out. No season? I’ll be fine. You’ve hardened my heart enough that I won’t cry over you. I got your best years, just as you got mine. If you come back to me in 2023 or 2024, we’ll see. We’ll have to talk about it. Right now I don’t want to waste a glimmer of hope on you… I always wished my school would have had wrestling. I still dream sometimes that I’m in a wrestling tournament. Wrestlers and gymnasts were in better shape than any other athletes. Just shredded. I never tried out for the team and had no technical knowledge or skills. That’s what would piss those guys off so much when they struggled against me. I was quick, resourceful, creative, and unconventional. I recall one match I lost 7-6 against one of the top wrestlers. He resorted to the upside down tortoise move for the last three minutes to stave me off. To me, that was a moral victory…
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Post by rizzuto on Feb 24, 2022 23:18:30 GMT -5
I always wished my school would have had wrestling. I still dream sometimes that I’m in a wrestling tournament. Wrestlers and gymnasts were in better shape than any other athletes. Just shredded. I never tried out for the team and had no technical knowledge or skills. That’s what would piss those guys off so much when they struggled against me. I was quick, resourceful, creative, and unconventional. I recall one match I lost 7-6 against one of the top wrestlers. He resorted to the upside down tortoise move for the last three minutes to stave me off. To me, that was a moral victory… You should have tried out for the team, which is where you learn those skills. When I was athletic director, the toughest positions to fill were coaches for water polo and wrestling. Wrestling is such a specific craft requiring years of experience and technical knowledge to become a true practitioner. If Sierchio was here, he would appreciate this: I was Chad Mendes' school site administrator when he was in junior high school. Chad Mendes was a top flight college wrestler who eventually joined the UFC and was ranked as high as the number one contender in his weight class (145 pounds). He was a great kid with a great dad who raised him as a single father. Chad just made a truck load of money in a bare-knuckled fight, which he won. He also has several businesses, as a hunting guide and selling his own brand named food for camping/hunting trips. He was always such a humble kid and was always one of the top two or three wrestlers in his weight class in California. Joe Rogan has had him on his podcast a couple of times.
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Post by inger on Feb 24, 2022 23:25:00 GMT -5
I never tried out for the team and had no technical knowledge or skills. That’s what would piss those guys off so much when they struggled against me. I was quick, resourceful, creative, and unconventional. I recall one match I lost 7-6 against one of the top wrestlers. He resorted to the upside down tortoise move for the last three minutes to stave me off. To me, that was a moral victory… You should have tried out for the team, which is where you learn those skills. When I was athletic director, the toughest positions to fill were coaches for water polo and wrestling. Wrestling is such a technical craft requiring years of experience and technical knowledge to become a true practitioner. If Sierchio was here, he would appreciate this: I was Chad Mendes' school site administrator when he was in junior high school. Chad Mendes was a top flight college wrestler who eventually joined the UFC and was ranked as high as the number one contender in his weight class (145 pounds). He was a great kid with a great dad who raised him as a single father. Chad just made a truck load of money in a bare-knuckled fight, which he won. He also has several businesses, as a hunting guide and selling his own brand named food for camping/hunting trips. He was always such a humble kid and was always one of the top two or three wrestlers in his weight class in California. The coach had two sons in the team. As I recall they were quite good technically and probably deserved all the attention they got in that sport. The other sports, one was good in soccer. But they made the team in all the sports. I had to work, so I stayed away from organized sports, except for the one semi-pro baseball situation I got into on the fringes… because I could just do that when I was off work and they needed a player…
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