In case you’re a neutral and didn’t know who to root for in the baseball tonight, here’s reason #1999 why Team USA are an unabashed bag of dicks:
“I hope kids watching the W.B.C. can watch the way we play the game and appreciate the way we play the game as opposed to the way Puerto Rico plays or the Dominican plays. That’s not taking anything away from them,” Kinsler said.
“That just wasn’t the way we were raised. They were raised differently and to show emotion and passion when you play. We do show emotion; we do show passion. But we just do it in a different way.”
United States manager Jim Leyland didn’t directly alienate players from other countries. Instead, he paraphrased President Trump’s rally cry at his press conference ahead of the final.
“We’re trying to make America great again,” were Leyland’s opening words.
A heart doesn’t break in just a moment. Like a ligament in a pitching arm, it wears down over time, the pain building towards an inevitable point of no return. Every pitch—every glance towards him and her—slowly destroys. My heart isn’t broken. It’s breaking. And someday, like that frayed ligament in a veteran’s elbow, it’s going to snap.
baseball and love—the two things that cause just as much tragedy as they do triumph
i’ve been meaning to do this for awhile, but since there isn’t enough love of literally the best bromance in the mlb AND sports world (sorry @ the gallys), i wanted to make a masterpost about the beauty that is bryzzo - otherwise known as infielders anthony rizzo and kris bryant of the chicago cubs.
first we have anthony rizzo, who is literal walking sunshine
he’s a 26 year-old first baseman and he’s just a plain amazing human being in every way. after achieving his dream by getting drafted by the boston red sox, anthony was diagnosed with hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2008. luckily, he survived it after going through chemo for six months. in 2012 he started the anthony rizzo family foundation, which helps families of kids with cancer and raises money for cancer research.
not to mention, rizzo is fucking good at baseball. he’s arguably the best all-around player on the cubs making both insane catches on defense and crushing baseballs. i’m too lazy to pull up stats, but i can definitely tell you it’s rare for him to strike out. here’s just a glimpse of what he’s like on the field:
(that catch counted by the way)
one other adorable thing, rizzo learned to play the piano this year at spring training and actually wasn’t that bad. here’s a video of of him playing drops of jupiter while the rest of the team sings along. just watch it.
if you want more videos, here he is shooting the puck at the blackhawks game, and here’s an interview with him just being his goofy self.
in conclusion, anthony rizzo is an adorable human being in every single way. yay for rizzo
now we have kris bryant, who is probably the most beautiful man you’ll ever lay eyes on
seriously, if this isn’t the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen then you need to get your eyes checked.
ANYWAY, kris is a 24 year old third baseman/sometimes left fielder from las vegas. he played varsity baseball all through high school and turned down a deal to sign with the blue jays so he could play baseball at the university of san diego (sorry jays fans-i can only imagine the frustration you’re feeling now). it was only last year that he made his mlb debut with the cubs. and to answer that one question everyone is curious about, no kris is not single. you can’t be too upset though, he and his fiance, jessica (who he met in high school) are really cute together and he obviously loves her a lot as she’s in the majority of kris’s instagram posts. here they are singing a duet to frozen:
those are fucking relationship goals right there.
being the reigning national league rookie of the year, you could say kris is a pretty good player. he’s solid on defense and has some serious offensive skill. again, i have no stats in front of me but i’ll link my favorite kris bryant moment of last year, when he hit a walk off home run against the colorado rockies. i get goosebumps every time i watch that.
now i know what you’re thinking, kris bryant is too good to be true. let’s face it, a man this perfect is probably just as cocky as he is beautiful, but the truth is kris is surprisingly very humble. it’s almost as if he’s unaware that every girl in chicago would bang him in an instant. but the fact that he doesn’t really know he’s so good looking just adds to his adorableness.
to add to that, kris and anthony also have a joint instagram account devoted to capturing veteran catcher david “grandpa” ross’s final season in the mlb.
ross is basically the dad of bryzzo.
SO THAT’S IT!!! well actually, that’s not it, there are a million other bryzzo related things i could post but it would take forever (that’s how much love they have for each other). but yeah, if you’re not a fan of it by now, you’re seriously missing out because it’s the best thing to happen to the cubs in a long time. anyway, i leave you with some adorable bryzzo gifs/videos/pictures. enjoy!
You and your boyfriend, (y/c/n), had gone to a baseball game and gotten caught on the ‘kiss cam’. So you turned into him and gently kissed his lips, just for the crowd. They awed and the camera moved on.
Suddenly your boyfriend stood up, grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs. He walked you into the hallways that led to the lockerrooms. But no one was around. He pushed you into an empty room and started kissing your furiously, passionately. He kissed hard and fast, not just on your lips. He kissed your cheeks and neck and everywhere exposed skin was on your body.
He made it back to your lips and mumbled against them, “I love you.” Then he kissed your lips, hard. His smooth and supple lips dancing with yours. His tongue danced with yours and he kissed with passion and ferocity.
He wouldn’t let you pull away. He wanted everything you could give him at that moment. You held his head, slamming your lips together, over and over, never wanting this to end. With your hands tangled in his hair, you pulled away just enough so that your lips were barely touching, but they grazed together, they tingled.
He pecked your lips repeatedly, wanting another go, or two.
“Baby, please…” he mumbled. It sounded so sexy your knees were going weak.
“No, we can’t, not here.” you said, not wanting to lose the heat of the moment, but knowing that you could get caught at any time. “(y/c/n/) we gotta go.”
“Fine.” And he kissed your lips one more time, before you both went back out to your seats to find you had missed a whole two innings.
i say “i’m sorry” too much when what i really mean to say is “i’m scared.” when what i really mean to say is “i love you.” i’m so scared to love you. girls like me don’t get happy endings. girls like me got dirt in a scraped knee once and haven’t been clean under the skin since. girls like me wear skin like it’s a bulletproof vest. the man from the pickup truck when i was 14 called me a dyke and i thought he meant the kind that hold back waters. my heart holds back waters. i have been holding back the love with every breath since i was a clumsy child with a baseball mitt and a crush on my kindergarten teacher. girls like me turn girls like you into trouble, into wrong, into bite, into bullets. into us. so i’m sorry i love you. i’m sorry i’m terrified about it. i don’t know how to breathe without caution. i don’t know how to touch without cold hands. i don’t know how to want you. i have been trying for weeks to write about anything that isn’t you. i keep trying to write about vastness or bones but it just brings me back to body, your body, like cummings, i like my body when it is with your body, and my body was something i remembered you could never love. i say “i’m sorry” too much when what i mean is run away as fast as you can and never look me in the eyes. when what i mean is i can’t hold back this water. when what i mean is hide your heart in the palms of your hands. hide it somewhere i won’t let myself touch.