almost a no hitter

anonymous asked:

darling walsh (bcos I know you're not a sporty person lol)

Well, little do you know, I used to play both basketball and baseball! So.. (cracks knuckles)

Darling Walsh: Give us a story that involves sports.
One time when I was in basketball, I made 18/20 free throws so I got a special medal for that. Another time I was playing a game and, completely on accident cause I was stupid af, I ran down to the other side of the court cause I thought that’s what we were doing but I was literally the only one down there. And one of my teammates saw this, threw the ball all the way to me and cause there was nobody down there to cover me, I made a basket. So it all worked out in the end :p

Then in baseball I almost always made home runs because I was the hardest hitter my team had, so whenever I went up to bat the other team always had to have their members fan out a bit more cause it was more than likely I was going to hit the ball over the fence. Which I thought was a pretty cool reputation to have, tbh xD

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BBC pay full list: Which stars are the top earners and what is their salary?

The BBC’s biggest stars’ salaries have been revealed for the first time in the corporation’s annual report.

Altogether, the earnings of the 96 stars who earn more than £150,000 a year total almost £30m.

The broadcaster’s big hitters such as Graham Norton, Chris Evans, Sue Baker and Andrew Marr all made the list.

Here’s the full list of the salaries of the biggest names of the journalists and presenters whose pay packets were published today.

What the men are paid

Chris Evans

The former Top Gear presenter topped the list, being paid between £2.2 million and £2.249,999 during 2016 and this year.

Gary Lineker

The Match of the Day presenter earned between £1.75 million and £1,799,999, making him the second highest paid star at the corporation.

Ahead of the release, Lineker joked: “where did I put my tin helmet.“

Graham Norton

Host of BBC One’s Graham Norton show came third, earning £850,000 to £899,999.

Jeremy Vine

The BBC Radio 2 presenter earned between £700,000 and £749,999.

John Humphrys

Humphrys is on £600,000 to £649,999. The senior journalist came under fire for “grilling” Tennis star Johanna Konta on the Today Programme this week.

Huw Edwards

Welsh BBC News anchor Edwards earned £550,000 to £599,999.

Steve Wright

BBC Radio 2’s Wright earned £500,000 to £549,999.

Alan Shearer, Nicky Campbell, Stephen Nolan

Match of the day pundit Shearer, Radio 5 Live’s Campbell and Nolan all took home £400,000 to £449,999.

Eddie Mair

Scottish broadcaster Mair was on between £300,000 and £349,999.

John McEnroe

Presenter and commentator McEnroe was paid £150,000 to £199,999.

…and what the women are paid

Claudia Winkleman

The Strictly Come Dancing presenter is the highest paid female. She was paid £450,000 to £499,999.

Six men at the corporation received pay above her.

Sue Barker

The Question of Sport host Barker earned between £300,000 and £349,999.

Laura Kuenssberg

The BBC political editor took home from £200,000 to £249,999.

Victoria Derbyshire

Derbyshire, who hosts her own morning show, took home the same as Kuenssberg - £200,000 to £249,999.

Gabby Logan

£200,000 to £249,999.

Mel Giedroyc

The Bake Off presenter made the list. She was paid £150,000 to £199,999

Staring Underneath

Obscure baseball stats I want to know
which batter was often most
the final out in no-hitters
I’m almost certain no man taking a piss
in an airport bathroom has ever heard 
the brutal echoing sounds of another man
in a stall, having a healthy shit

you will never get into heaven,
you will never experience a really clean breath
of final life
where all of those sacrifices
bent loud, surrounded by the beggars
so there is a focus on what you saw and what 
you think you heard

the word
it was 5 am

just before biscuits and gravy at John Henry’s
and it was beginning
to get inside for too long meant thinking about every last second
of time spent
drank selves sober is what was held
similar fates to similar mornings come hung
by slight death wishes always unresponded 
a hiccup between the usual exchange on the dead plain
just before the mountains rose
glad you came here?
glad I came
think you could buy a pack of smokes to split before you go?

spent and split
smoked and stood 
upon a poorly arched balcony beam
holding the shittiest together when you were holding the shittiest things inside of you from falling apart 

every song you feel a something to
in this moment of the the google challenge of searches with no results
causmaletic cliff
causmaletic cliff?
that’s cheating
fake words equal faker results
do you want to smoke before we go on with the day? 
might as well
spent enough time with you and inside my mother’s womb
to know say
that tobacco breaks ice unlike anything else you think is on your mind
shame nicotine got in the way

Ladyhawk played just then
and it was a silent smoke, the best smoke
when it went down your throat and into your lungs so briefly, so very nice
then out 
into a stream of white streak as that could last forever if only
there was nothing left
but silence. and just 
the night sounds you thought you heard
before you lit up
just gone
stay out there and smoke forever
in spite of the ceiling
you spend the rest of your nights staring underneath
what you wish you could keep like a secret between you and me.

One of the best hitters in baseball almost failed in college until he lied to a summer team about his position

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On Tuesday, Charlie Blackmon will take the field in the MLB All-Star game as a starting outfielder representing the Colorado Rockies. As the current league leader in hits and total bases, it’s easy to imagine such a talented player was seen by scouts as a surefire pro since his high school-playing days.

But for Blackmon, that was most definitely not the case.

As a story by Tyler Kepner of the New York Times details, Blackmon was a pitcher going into college, but developed tendinitis in his elbow after transferring to Georgia Tech, and was never able to get into usable pitching shape for the Yellow Jackets. When it came time for summer league and Blackmon found himself in the new surroundings of the Texas Collegiate League, he decided to lie and say he was actually both a hitter and a pitcher in an effort to see more time on the field.

“I was basically just going in there bluffing,” he said. “I told them I was a two-way player because I just wanted to play. I figured, worst-case scenario, I don’t get any hits and I still get a chance to pitch, but at least I get to go out there and take some batting practice and feel like a baseball player again.”

His fib worked out, and Blackmon got regular time in the outfield that summer. When he got back to Georgia Tech, Blackmon came in as a field player and found himself batting against the best pitcher on the team, and left his teammates with quite an impression.

“He’s the last guy I want to see,” Blackmon said. “He falls behind, 2-0, and I’m like, ‘All right, I’m just gonna let it eat.’ He throws it right down the middle, and I hit it, like, way out. So the first swing anybody saw me take, I murdered this ball.”

After that at-bat it was decided that Blackmon would be an outfielder that year and the rest is history. Behind over three million votes from fans, Blackmon will make his second career All-Star game appearance on Tuesday.

You can read the full story from the New York Times here.

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Mike shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His back was acting up so he was going to give sports commentating another run. As he went through his cards, he found one that hadn’t been there when he’d been given them.

Don’t worry old man. I’ll make sure to give you plenty of things to compliment me on

He couldn’t help grinning. Trust Ginny to find a way to make him less worried about the whole ordeal. And boy had she given him something to be proud of. Ginny had gotten ridiculously close to pitching a no hitter, only getting one hit in the 8th inning. The Padres had beaten the Cubs 5 to 0.

“Ready Mike?”

He nodded at the host, looking up at the panel. There was an empty seat next to him at the table, he noted absentmindedly as he tried to keep his stats straight. He was running over Blip’s batting average when he heard someone say, “You can sit here, Ms. Patrick.”


He froze, keeping his eyes on his cards; there was no way his luck was that shitty.

“Hey Mike.”

Apparently it was. He looked up, giving Rachel Patrick, his ex wife, a tight-lipped smile.

“Rachel.” He glanced around, looking for a producer or executive or someone to blame for not warning him. Rachel seemed to understand.

“This was a last minute decision. I was in town visiting my mom and got the call about an hour ago.”

Mike nodded. “Great.” His voice sounded forced and pained. Rachel nodded.

“Your team did well today.”

“Uh huh.”

“Baker and Duarte are really coming into their own.”

Mike pressed his mouth into a line, annoyed at the rush of jealousy that flared up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Ginny to pitch with other catchers, it was specifically Duarte that he had a problem with. “Yup.” he said.

“1 minute.” The director called out, everyone getting into position. Mike put his cards flat on the table in front of him. He could do this. He could survive. Smiling at the camera, he listened as the host introduced each panelist.

“So, Mike.” The host smiled. “Helluva game from Baker. How does it feel to see your team doing well without you?”

“I’m not gone yet.” He said, smiling as though it was funny.

“You saying she might have done better if you’d been behind the plate?”

Mike frowned. Sure if he’d been talking to Ginny, he’d have jokingly said that, but for someone else to say it on national television…

“Baker’s more than her catcher. I think she would have pitched as well no matter who was kneeling behind home plate.” He paused. “But I won’t lie, I wish I’d been there to see it in person.”

“It is a shame she wasn’t able to get the no hitter, though.” Rachel remarked.

Mike gaped at her. “I mean it is, but her coming close is an accomplishment worth celebrating. Few pitchers ever have a game as good as hers.”

The conversation moved on. Mike settled into a rhythm of blurting out a stat every time they turned to him and things were going well…until Rachel said it.

“I think if today’s game proves anything its that more women should be in major league baseball.” She paused, looking around the panel. “It’s strange that Ginny Baker hasn’t pushed for more to be brought up.”

An awkward silence fell. Mike glanced down at his cards, shuffling them to try to find a distraction from his irritation. Then Ginny’s handwritten card came out on top. He ran his fingers over it, before looking up and glaring at Rachel.

“Are you trying to say that the entire responsibility of women in the major leagues falls on her shoulders?” He asked.

“I’m saying she’s in the position to demand more.” Rachel gave him a look of disappointment that he’d gotten used to during their marriage. It screamed ‘Mike Lawson isn’t living up to my expectations’. And maybe he could have done better as a husband, but this was baseball they were talking about. This was his home turf.

“And she does.” He snapped. “Every time she gets on the mound. Every time she throws a ball. Every time she pushes herself 3 times as hard as the average player. Every single thing she does is put under a microscope. Every action is held against her and she still puts on that uniform and smiles to the cameras and almost pitches a no-hitter and all anyone can do is demand more.” He glared. “And she is demanding more women in major league games. Do you have any idea how many little girls are joining little league because they want to grow up to be like Ginny Baker?” He leaned back. “And it’s extremely condescending of you to sit here and tell her that she’s not doing enough without any idea of what she’s sacrificed to be in her position.”

“As a woman,” Rachel glared, her voice rising slightly. “I think I understand sacrifice, and for you to sit here and tell me I don’t is condescending and problematic.”

Mike couldn’t help letting out a cough of disbelief. “Right. Because the wealthy white woman attacking a black woman for not helping others enough when she’s not here to defend herself isn’t problematic at all.”

The silence that followed his words was deafening. Rachel’s face reddened as she looked down at the desk in front of her. No one seemed to know how to respond.

“Well.” The host finally managed. “I think that’s our cue to go to commercial. Be sure to tune in next time…” Mike drowned out the rest of his words as he tried to quiet the blood pounding in his ears. Why was it that every time he tried this stupid commentator thing, it went up in flames?

As soon as the cameras were off, he pulled off his mic and got up from the table, pausing only to politely shake the hand of the host and thank him for letting him on.

He’s almost made it to the parking lot when Rachel caught up with him.

“You forgot something.”

He turned and looked back at her. She was holding a card in her hand. Dimly, he realized it was the one Ginny had written for him. “Thanks.” He growled, taking it before turning back to his car.

“Does she know?” Rachel’s voice was hushed and wavering in that way that told him she was on the verge of tears.

“Does who know what?” He asked, not wanting to turn around.

“Does Ginny Baker know you’re in love with her?”

He’s stunned, unable to respond as he listened to the sound of her heels retreating. Looking down at the card in his hand, he leaned against the side of his car. His phone began buzzing and he glanced down, gulping as Ginny’s name came up on the caller id. Against his better judgement, he answers.

“Hey.” Her voice is warm and concerned.

“Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?” he asked.

“The stadium’s being swarmed by reporters, I’m waiting a bit before leaving.” She paused. “Just long enough to see the after game commentators.”

He opened the door to his car and slid into the driver’s seat. “See anyone interesting and dashingly handsome?”

She laughed and the sound calmed his irritated nerves. “Tragically, I couldn’t tell because this one guy who kept complimenting me had this furry creature eating the bottom half of his face.”

“He sounds like a distinguished person, though there’s no accounting for his taste in ball players.” Mike sighed.

“You love me.” She said it as a joke; the same way he’d tell her she loved his beard. He felt a wrench in his stomach. Yes, he wanted to tell her. You blow me away and I can’t imagine my life without you.

“I tolerate your presence, Baker.” Is what he went for instead.

She laughed. “That’s why you gush about me on national television.”

“There was no gushing.” He said.

“Eh.” Ginny chuckled. There was a pause. It wasn’t awkward, it was…comfortable. He was content to sit alone in his car, just listening to her breathe…he had it bad. “That couldn’t have been easy.” She finally said, her voice barely a whisper.

“All in a day’s-”

“Mike.” She cut him off, using his first name to show she was serious. “Thank you.”

He swallowed. “Anytime Ginny.”