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Alright ... ya'll stop bickering right now. The proper pronunciation, according to the young pitcher himself, is Buh-RI-os. Enough is enough.

Are you implying that Chief is Nobody?

I always said that if I could go back in time, I'd go back to 1991 to be a live witness of that WS ... I guess I'm going to have to be more careful about what I wish for in the future. You would've thought, though, that at least I could be a grunge era girl in the meantime and listen to Nirvana ...

I'm finding myself in somewhat of a pickle at the moment. I never intended to get in this pickle in the first place, but I awoke one morning, and fortune would have it that I find myself in a pickle. Had I known how horrible the living conditions of pickles are, I might have directed more effort towards avoiding such a plight; they're small and dank and pretty generally icky. Six months ago, I was told I could listen to contemporary music even if it had references to sex because opera isn't any better and the other adults in this household watch movies with more than simply references to sex. I thought it was a fair ruling, but one day I was caught sketching the beginnings of a watercolor painting of Kurt Cobain, and the gavel dropped. I am now forbidden from listening to Nirvana under this roof. That's not a good thing as I love Nirvana as much as I love Justin Morneau. I've been an obedient adult ... so far I've only read a few articles, scribbled one or two sketches of Cobain, Novoselic, and Grohl in window condensation, and pretended that's Lawrence Welk in my profile picture. However, the regulation of my musical life has reached a new level in the past few weeks. I may no longer listen to music about drugs, sex, and alcohol. (Goodbye, Don Giovanni. I'll miss you.) In fact, I may not even listen to the scanty few songs without references to drugs, sex, and alcohol if the musician/band wrote other songs about the same. (Sorry, Mozart.) I'm not trying to complain. It's all okay and I realize that as long as I'm under my parents' roof I should follow the rules they set up for me. My question is, since I don't usually hang out on top of my parents' roof listening to "Territorial Pissings," what the heck can I listen to these days besides "Jesus, Take the Wheel" and "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"? Wait a minute ... I'm sure Gordon Lightfoot's coming up next on the censored list ... damn. Wait another minute ... if I remember correctly, "Jesus, Take the Wheel" references the ingestion of adult beverages. Not that I'm a huge Carrie Underwood fan. And worse than anything else, I lost some high quality watercolor paper because I was banned from completing the the aforementioned painting of Cobain.

Okay ... this is beginning to sound too much like Dave's "Measles >>>>>>>> Suzuki."

Bark ... we need another walk-off call, please.

It totally means he can easily comprehend what's happening.

We seem to know a good deal about the first half of Chief's life. The second half will consist of the remainder of this game.

Since we discussed calling indigenous peoples "Natives" and "Indians" earlier this thread, I consider it my duty to point out that "Eskimo" is now obsolete as well.

Actually, in case of fire, I'd be more than happy to help anyone in this room out safely before leaving myself. That is, anyone besides you. And I'll have you know that while I've never needed rescuing from a fire or sinking ship, I find it irritating when men assume I'm not strong enough to open a door for myself, etc. So no ... I don't think I just want the "good parts" of equality.

I thought the misogynist snake said hissssssss.

I know ... but nothing anyone can do will ever be enough to compete with the Prince of Darkness.

Let us also take the time to celebrate the fact that Nolasco's ERA sits sub-3.00.

FTFY

Our Santana got on base. Not a good comparison.

Is this a moment where I'm supposed to say, "My bad"? I guess "Native Americans" might have been more appropriate. I may be wrong, but I don't think "American Indian" is the preferred terminology anymore ... and anyway, Native Americans/American Indians may be more American than I am (but maybe not because then people whose families have been here 200+ years longer than mine and were the main offenders when it comes to the oppression of Native Americans would be more American than I), but the Indians (team) certainly are not more American than the Twins. Referring to Cleveland as the American Indians has the potential to induce some misunderstandings about why we aren't the American Twins.

You're slipping, brother. 27 minutes late. However, I commend you on your choice of alias for the opponent.

I feel their pain.

And JB! Those two have been awol too long. I suggest dishonorable discharge, forfeiture of all pay, and five years' confinement for this egregious conduct.

I see Junior Ortiz in there.

My wife did not surprise me with tickets to Paul McCartney. I still care.

Umpires call the Replay Command Center to challenge this play. Twins proceed to play "I Just Called to Say I Love You" over the speakers.

Maybe it's his favorite Prince song. Maybe he doesn't care what the hell we all think about whether it makes a good walk up song. Maybe he just wants to honor Prince tonight.

You know things are really bad when Brian talks about baseball from start to finish. Turner Brown doesn't happen to be any relation of Sidd Finch, eh? You know ... I want to lose. I want to see that Rally Rum in double digits, and since we're not getting there with wins, what better alternative than losses? Did we lose yet, or is it automatically a win if you're trying to lose?