#because baseball

[brendaonao3]

Favorite fic of yours: Going Yard. I love a fic that just shows how much the author absolutely adores a subject and can make you feel that for a moment. I'm not a baseball fan myself, but whenever I read Going Yard, I am one, because the affection for the sport just absolutely pours out of ever paragraph. Probably time to go back for a reread sometime soon?

THANK YOU!!!

Look, I’m not gonna lie - I truly did not expect ANYONE AT ALL to read, let alone like, Going Yard. It’s a Baseball AU that gets super duper nerdy about baseball and is more about this ridiculously weird team and them chasing down a pennant than an actual love story (mostly because Steve and Bucky are stupidly stubborn and don’t know how to communicate like adults throughout, what 95% of it? I might be being generous there. :D)

So to know that people really seemed to dig it and that it’s got this cult status is everything - especially for people like yourself who aren’t baseball fans! That is, no lie, the biggest compliment I could have ever hoped to get about this fic. So thank you again! <333

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[bourbon-and-bitters]

Pizza and baseball.

An even better combination, as it turns out, than baseball and the risotto I made last week. (Although, risotto eventually lead to arancini, which is always points in its favor.) Because I’m in California, so the games start eaaaaaaarly, Risotto goes something like this: stir, stir, stir, run into the living to see the play, stir, stir, call out for the score, stir, stir... Whereas pizza is jointly prepared and can be a tag team affair, allowing both cooks to spend some time watching the first innings of the game. Topping prep *tag*, dough prep *tag*, put the pizzas together *tag*, bake them. And whoever is in the living room must shout the game play by play (and I mean pitch by pitch) loudly towards the kitchen. As always, extra style points are awarded as appropriate for providing color commentary. 

[bourbon-and-bitters]

Tacos and Manhattans, followed by a vanilla malt at the drive thru. Because Mom always said that when I am an adult I can have anything I want for dinner. *Snerk* and it's baseball season. Also, who decided that we have to choose between taco Tuesday and whiskey Wednesday? How are there rules?

[andsoshespins]

Dear Mets, 

Last time I watched, you were whole and burning up the National League, smoking your opponents.  And now, I learn 16 of you boys are injured. 16!   What the heck?!

Sincerely, 

A Fan

P.S. Feel better.

P.P.S.  Isn’t it strange that saying “the Met game” feels more natural than “the Mets game” as it rolls off the tongue, even though the latter is correct?  I have to make a conscious effort every. time.

[bourbon-and-bitters]

Well I’m amused. Nicely done!

Of course, some of these have turned out to be a lot more rare than anticipated. Which actually makes me sad for Aaron Judge, because as much as I detest the Yankees, I love Judge to bits and pieces.

Image Source: http://m.mlb.com/cutfour/2017/10/05/257447470/ladies-and-gentlemen-its-time-to-play-postseason-bingo

[aenariasbookshelf]

*sets eight alarms to make sure I wake up on time in the morning* WORTH IT.

[aenariasbookshelf]

nessismore replied to your post “mollykakes: HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.”

What. A. Game.

This is, hands down, the most insane baseball game I’ve ever seen.  I may regret it tomorrow as I attempt to get work done, but for right now, to see history in the making?

WORTH IT.

Congrats Cubs!

[aenariasbookshelf]

nessismore replied to your post “nessismore replied to your post “nessismore replied to your post ...”

Ugh I'm debating whether I want to stay awake and watch the Cubs finish completely blow it, or go to bed. Decisions, decisions.

It’s a tough choice, but the Cubs just got a base hit, so...