RT @52Masses: @PeteATurner He did more in nine seasons than most of those other guys did in 15. Also, not being willing to play for Leo Dur….

RT @MrMarinersKid: It's a shame the city of Boston treated Buckner like garbage after '86 when it was clearly not his fault!.

On our final day in Monterrey, we stumbled upon a processional leading from Parraquoia del Sagrado Corazon (Sacred Heart Parish) led by Archbishop Rogelio Cabrera López and accompanied by hundreds of exuberant Catholics.

If there's one thing the CF playoff reveal has taught me, it's the absolute necessity to draw sweeping conclusions from a single data point.

The Manfred Man. For he is, in fact, revved up like a ….(insert misheard lyric here).

So please, for the sake of accuracy and the good name of the valiant spectral being known for decades as the Ghost Runner, please call him by his real name. And if you think the Zombie genre is played out, you can call him by the name on his birth certificate.

Unlike the honorable Ghost Runner, Rob’s Zombies are soulless creature, an affront to the game itself. And, deep down, Rob’s Man Fred knows this, which is why he locks them in a cellar, like the hero in a Romero movie, when the greatest number of people are watching his sport.

He is everything the extra-inning runner is not. Here, a batter who has failed miserably at his job is returned to the bases, taking a spot he most did not earn. He was dead, only to be reanimated by evil forces. He is, in a word, a Zombie. And that’s how he should be known.

He is not a fast runner, more a Molina of backyard ball, only advancing if forced by the much swifter runner behind him. On the other hand, in all of his years of play, he has yet to commit a TOOTBLAN (if you don’t know, Google it).

Day after summer day, the Ghost Runner sprints out to the bases to fulfill her duties, never once complaining that she never gets to bat. The Ghost Runner’s selflessness should be a lesson to us all.

For instance, in a two-man game of wiffle ball (the run the bases kind, not HR derby), many times Tommy will reach first on an error and then move to second on a single by Mike. In those cases, Tommy must return to the plate to take his licks and the Ghost Runner is summoned.

The Ghost Runner, as any veteran of unsupervised ball and base sports knows, is actually the opposite of Rob’s abomination. He is employed when personnel shortages have called into action his services, which he (or she) performs with a quiet dignity.

The Golden At Bat, Rob’s latest attempt to become MLB’s Willy Wonka (when everyone knows he’s just Slugworth) will call to mind Manfred’s other introduction to the sport, which many of you refer to as the Ghost Runner. You must stop. Not for me, but for the noble Ghost Runner.

Yesterday, Rob Manfred, the anti-commissioner of baseball, announced his latest idea to ruin the sport. Robbie said the game is considering adding a Golden At-Bat, which would allow MLB teams, once a game, to choose their best hitter to go to the plate.

The Golden At-Bat, a Thread in Many Parts That Isn’t Really About the Golden At-Bat (sorry, but I’m not forking over money to the world’s richest man just for extra characters to present my inane ramblings).

One of the highlights of my trip was meeting Sister Mary Lisa Renfer, SMR. I was delighted to read she had been honored by the Catholic Extension Society as the recipient of its 2024 Lumen Christi Award. Congratulations on this much-deserved honor.

And to build on the last two posts, the offense has a guard against this - the batter running. It's only possible to turn a double play on a pop up if the batter doesn't run.

RT @Newt50496: @52Masses @TJenkinsTampa @shegone03 @AMBS_Kernan @notgaetti @BobFile @twuench @billdubs @SliderDominate @ROXSystem @TheJudge….

RT @PadreInAtlanta: Oh man … this shocking news really hurts! Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord.

Having said that, per capita nobody touches Alabama.