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Grudge Match!

Part of the fight based on the Canadians booing the National Anthem. Hockey is just different:



Time to bend the knee you Canuck fvcks

 
Astros-Reds was a pretty salty NL Divisional rivalry late 70's and early 80's.
Reds Astros and Reds Dodgers. I still actively root against both of them. Strangely enough, I have a soft spot for the bucs. Something about that We Are Family thing, I guess.

 
Maybe the ugliest uniform in MLB history.
I know. So many say that. I loved them. I had a replica. I played baseball too univee. All through grade school. Big league chew in my back pocket. I could only catch EVERYTHING!!!!!!! My hands were blessed. We were actually the city champs. We had this pitcher who was nasty. Gave up baseballl to be a D1 qb. On a rainy day we practiced in the gym. His arm was ridiculous. I had no shirt on and he hit me with a fastball right in the ribs. Every day thereafter I stepped in the bucket. Horrible at the plate. My friends laugh to this day. My dad bought me a purple aluminum bat with inlaid sparkles that said FENCE FINDER the length of the bat. Every time it was my turn to hit they’d say grab the fence finder and laugh and laugh and laugh. Dribbler to the infield. Hate baseball
 
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I know. So many say that. I loved them. I had a replica. I played baseball too univee. All through grade school. Big league chew in my back pocket. I could only catch EVERYTHING!!!!!!! My hands were blessed. We were actually the city champs. We had this pitcher who was nasty. Gave up baseballl to be a D1 qb. On a rainy day we practiced in the gym. His arm was ridiculous. I had no shirt on and he hit me with a fastball right in the ribs. Every day thereafter I stepped in the bucket. Horrible at the plate. My friends laugh to this day. My dad bought me a purple aluminum bat with inlaid sparkles that said FENCE FINDER the length of the bat. Every time it was my turn to hit they’d say grab the fence finder and laugh and laugh and laugh. Dribbler to the infield. Hate baseball

If you had more meat on your bones like me, you wouldn’t even have felt it. Shit, I crowded home plate like Hughie Jennings and my quick hands combined with my heft provided quite some pop from my Reflexes and Redlines.
 
If you had more meat on your bones like me, you wouldn’t even have felt it. Shit, I crowded home plate like Hughie Jennings and my quick hands combined with my heft provided quite some pop from my Reflexes and Redlines.
On our old man team we used to have this guy backer who got fat and awful. In indoor whenever there was a dirty tackle or fight and everyone would start yelling we’d shout COME ON REF!!!! THAT’S FCKING TERRIBLE!!!! THROW BACKER OUT!!!! and he’d be on the bench next to us totally uninvolved 🤣🤣
 
On our old man team we used to have this guy backer who got fat and awful. In indoor whenever there was a dirty tackle or fight and everyone would start yelling we’d shout COME ON REF!!!! THAT’S FCKING TERRIBLE!!!! THROW BACKER OUT!!!! and he’d be on the bench next to us totally uninvolved 🤣🤣
When I was really little, before Wildcat even, I was in a tee-ball league, and our team won the championship undefeated. We won every game by hitting the max runs before you had to call a forfeit. During the season, I was called out exactly once. I was stretching a single into a double, and this dipshit tagged me with an empty glove, while the ball was still in his other hand. But my dad was the second base umpire, and out of an overabundance of fairness, he called me out.

I think I probably cried in the dugout for an hour.
 
When I was really little, before Wildcat even, I was in a tee-ball league, and our team won the championship undefeated. We won every game by hitting the max runs before you had to call a forfeit. During the season, I was called out exactly once. I was stretching a single into a double, and this dipshit tagged me with an empty glove, while the ball was still in his other hand. But my dad was the second base umpire, and out of an overabundance of fairness, he called me out.

I think I probably cried in the dugout for an hour.
🤣🤣🤣. It’s unreal how that shit stays with us. My dad was in Nam. He’s 75 years old. Seen it all and done it all. Could carry more drywall today over one shoulder than a hundred millennials. And to this day I remind him about the time when I was little he forgot to add water to chicken noodle soup and made me eat it
 
🤣🤣🤣. It’s unreal how that shit stays with us. My dad was in Nam. He’s 75 years old. Seen it all and done it all. Could carry more drywall today over one shoulder than a hundred millennials. And to this day I remind him about the time when I was little he forgot to add water to chicken noodle soup and made me eat it
Yeah, I mean now, it's obvious to me, in a dispute between the runner and the fielder, he had to take the side of the kid who wasn't his son, especially since we were already up like 25-0 or whatever. But at the time, it felt like such a betrayal, I still remember it 40 years later.
 
Was? Imagine how much worse it’s gotten with a slowing metabolism…
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