Happy Labor Day, gang. Hope you’ve all rolled out of bed nice and early and settled in for some millenial baseball, featuring a young pitcher and lots of avocado toast, in a home you can maybe afford to rent but never to buy. Do you guys realize we’re going to get to see Justus Sheffield swing a bat today? Life is full of blessings, every single day. That’s what I’m taking away from that. Swing hard, Justus, in case you hit it.
I don’t pay a lot of attention to the NL, I guess: I have literally no idea what a Robel Garcia is, and I refuse to find out.