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Jason Kipnis unknowingly bumped into Ken Griffey Jr. in Seattle, got called for the charge

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Oh no, Kip.

I don’t even care who your favorite team or player was as a kid…if you grew up in the 90s as a baseball fan, missing an opportunity to meet Junior because you got called for the offensive foul is soul crushing.

Set your feet, kids. Set your feet.

Who are we thinking the teammates were, standing behind him pointing and laughing? Frankie has gotta be a heavy favorite since there’s laughing involved and him and Kip are best friends in my brain. Naquin too, because he did grow up in the 90s and its just basic science that every left handed outfielder ages 20-30 wanted to be Junior at some point. And probably Juan Uribe, pretty sure he’d recognize The Kid from when he used to babysit him.

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Jason Kipnis put Ketchup on its ass during the hot dog race last night

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#comestrongordontcomeatall

Don’t you dare bring that shit up in here Ketchup. Don’t even think about it. Take your weak ass runny condiment inside your fart-noise making squeeze bottle and find another race to run in. Cause this is Kip’s domain. What he says, goes. Ketchup might do it for folks in Detroit or Pittsburgh or Oakland, but if you ever show your garbage-spewing spout around these parts again, Kip will find you. And the age old question of “is Ketchup flammable?” will finally be answered.

Don’t be surprised to see Relish make his debut tonight.

ALL DAY SON. ALL DAY.

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KEEP THE CHIEF

 

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Indians Fans Constructed A Big Ass Beer Pyramid In Right Field Last Night

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(pic via my good friend Tom)

 

While the Cavs were putting a beatdown on that team from Canada last night, Indians fans were drinking Miller Lite. And drinking. And drinking. Lots of Miller Lite.

#MakeBaseballFunAgain

See, this is what we do in Cleveland. We drink. Indians game? Drink. Muni Lot? Drink. Sister’s high school graduation? Yep, drink. Grandma’s wake at a funeral home? Drink in the parking lot to be respectful.

I can’t even begin to fathom the skill and dexterity it took to build that beauty. There’s so many outside factors that could have contributed to it toppling over too- wind, bugs, unruly fans, the burning glares of baseball “purists” who hate fun. It took a lot of expertise to build that beer pyramid, but also a lot of luck too.

Kudos to whomever constructed that tower. I’ll join you in building the next one.