“So he obliterated a bird with his fastball … big deal.” – Yovani Gallardo, probably.
Baseball can be poetic that way.
“I knew she was the one when I went 0-4 with three strikeouts, but she still wanted to get dinner with me.”
Did he have to? No. Are we glad he did? Yes.
He’s the first baseman we deserve, but not the one we need right now.
Hey guys … Matt’s still drinking syrup straight from the bottle … should we stop him?
Hunter Pence is Hunter Pence.
Seven hits in a single night?! Save some for October.
We’re gonna need an ice pack on third base, please.
Bumgarner will hit whether you want him to or not.
Jayson Werth –> guilty of gnome crime in the first degree.
The Giants will look for a new ball dude at the deadline, because their’s has a 0.00% fielding percentage.
Madison Bumgarner doubles down at the plate, asking to bat for himself in the AL.
A starting pitcher in the home run derby? It might not be as crazy as you think.
Extreme shifting, by and large, works. Except when it doesn’t.
It’s a truism in all sports. Nay, it’s a truism in all life.
An announcing screw up leads to something really funny.
Everyone enjoyed watching this one fly. Well, except Kershaw.
I would not have predicted that.
Really incredible that he avoided serious injury when you see how hard he was struck.
I don’t get it, man.
That’s like Barry Bonds times 1.5.
I need a hand to hold onto.