Nothing new and nothing old, the chilling warmth of the scorching cold.
There is a wait so long (so long, so long). You’ll never wait so long.
Jon Jay’s arrival in Chicago means Dexter Fowler is going elsewhere, and the Braves and Mariners make a minors trade.
And it’s gonna be just you and me today, waiting for the other shoe to drop in Tampa Bay.
We should have known, huh? You can always tell the winners at the starting gate. You can always tell the winners, and you can tell the losers.
You either win it or you don’t. It happens now, unless it won’t.
“Frank, prospects in Miami are like… [puts on sunglasses] a fish out of water.” YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
I’m waiting, I’m waiting for a sign. Waiting for something, got nothing but time.
I will know who you are yet. I will know who you are yet.
Now you’re cookin’ baby, got an appetite. Said you’re cookin’ baby, smells outta sight.
No Childish Gambinos here.
Cameron Maybin will play alongside Mike Trout, Josh Johnson’s latest comeback will be with the Giants, and John Lamb starts his third act.
Another one. Another one. Another one.
September means young guys getting a chance to prove they can hit in the majors, like Michael Conforto.
Just what Colorado needed: Another outfielder.
Robert Gs… Gsell…Gonna pitch out the bullpen so it doesn’t really matter.