No Ghosts of Past nor Future
One month and one day to live
One month and one day to live
If something fails to meet expectations, whose fault is it?
Post post post-Moneyball aesthetic
We don’t have to care about this stuff y’all
It’s not the hope, it’s the knowing that kills you.
A series of scattered thoughts on the M’s playoff push, fandom, and what the heck it all means.
On loving broken things
A symbol made up of six points and three lines can mean so much.
Baseball is your brother hogging a video game, and you pretending to play by pressing inputs on the second controller.
This is not a good thing.