Here is my guess, but you never know with MaddonWhere does Bryant bat in this monster lineup?
Yeah he has looked awful. IAlcantara is starting to worry me. He's looking completely lost at the plate. He was incredibly lucky Badenhop completely missed his spot on an 0-2 count. I haven't seen him make a hard out yet this season, just soft grounders for the most part. Swinging with no confidence and guessing wrong constantly. I hope the game-winnign hit clears his mind a bit. He's a guy who I really thought would take a step forward this season.
BAM!!!!Take the Madden love to the Raiders Thread.Madden
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You should know how to spell his last name by now, WrigsleyBAM!!!!Take the Madden love to the Raiders Thread.Madden
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Hear him on the score? Guy is a stud
I don't know to spell your name and I still live you, just not as much as I love MaddinYou should know how to spell his last name by now, WrigsleyBAM!!!!Hear him on the score? Guy is a studTake the Madden love to the Raiders Thread.Madden
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http://chicago.cbslocal.com/audio/670-the-score-interviews/What did he say?
You guys will definitely fall in love with him. Eloquent. Insightful. Interesting. I loved hearing him on my drive home every night before Rays' games.
In the lineup and playing second tonight. I thought he was a little lackadaisical on that Votto grounder last night. I felt like he could have dove for it to keep it on the infield.Looks like Alcantara might be riding some pine soon. Chris Coghlan taking grounders at 2B today.
The two of you are quite Maddoning.I don't know to spell your name and I still live you, just not as much as I love MaddinYou should know how to spell his last name by now, WrigsleyBAM!!!!Hear him on the score? Guy is a studTake the Madden love to the Raiders Thread.Madden
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I don't know, I don't want to get shanked by a dirty Sox fan.The two of you are quite Maddoning.
When we going to get that beer?
If I promise to shower, will a shanking be ok?I don't know, I don't want to get shanked by a dirty Sox fan.The two of you are quite Maddoning.
When we going to get that beer?
approved.If I promise to shower, will a shanking be ok?I don't know, I don't want to get shanked by a dirty Sox fan.The two of you are quite Maddoning.
When we going to get that beer?
Nice.
Have they announced anything? My guess was Monday on the roadBryant eve?
Not yet, but why wait? They actually need himHave they announced anything? My guess was Monday on the roadBryant eve?
Less pressure on the road? So it's not blatantly obvious what they are doing?Not yet, but why wait? They actually need himHave they announced anything? My guess was Monday on the roadBryant eve?
What do you mean, like needing a 3B?Less pressure on the road? So it's not blatantly obvious what they are doing?Not yet, but why wait? They actually need himHave they announced anything? My guess was Monday on the roadBryant eve?
Did I ever tell you about the time, years ago, when I was backpacking across western Europe? I was just outside Barcelona, hiking in the foothills of Mt. Tibidabo. I was at the end of this path, and I came to a clearing, and there was a lake, very secluded, and there were tall trees all around. It was dead silent. Gorgeous. And across the lake, I saw Kris Bryant, bathing himself. He was crying...
He was crying... I wanted to ask why, but I couldn't speak. I was overcome by his beauty. The supple grace of his curves, the magnificent presence of his rippling muscles, and the enigmatic shine of his deep blue eyes. Even his tears were as an anodyne to my suffering. I felt his sadness as deeply as he himself did, and I knew the source of his pain, though I did not dare to ask it. I would not dare to ruin the moment, for it was perfect.
He saw me then. He did not cry out, as one might expect, or attempt to cover himself. Rather, he returned my gaze and smiled, even through the tears. I never knew Kris Bryant; I was only passingly familiar with his status as top prospect in all of baseball. But in that moment, I felt a deep connection with him. A fundamentally human connection. I did not know him, and he knew even less about me, but we were in union, in harmony, as mankind was meant to be from the beginning. And he stood, still crying.
I almost went to him. To ask. To comfort. To probe this new feeling, this feeling I had never felt before. But I did not. I knew him now, and he knew me, in a way no two men ever had before. And to speak would only spoil it. And moreso, I knew that we would both need this memory to carry us through the dark times in our lives. He, when he slumps and overthrows routine grounders to first, and myself, when I drunkenly write short stories on reddit and regret it in the morning. To destroy that would have been the utmost cruelty.
And, as quickly as it had begun, it ended. He turned towards the opposite shore, affording the poor beggar once last glimpse of perfection. Just like that, he disappeared into the woods. Then I heard a shout, and he broke the incantation, saying, "I mourn because I did not make the opening day roster." And the memory was ruined. And it was my turn to cry.
Wearing #17 too! Thank God it wasn't 76. That was uglyIn the lineup. Cleaning them up.![]()
Mark Grace's numberWearing #17 too! Thank God it wasn't 76. That was uglyIn the lineup. Cleaning them up.![]()
hopefully he'll stumble over to the Cubby Bear and drunkenly talk #### about his teammates too.Mark Grace's numberWearing #17 too! Thank God it wasn't 76. That was uglyIn the lineup. Cleaning them up.![]()