Award week kicks off in four days and Murphy's up for a third straight Manager of the Year — so I'm camped right here until the votes come in. Coffee's going cold and I'm not moving. Tell me he's bringing it home again?
Award week kicks off in four days and Murphy's up for a third straight Manager of the Year — so I'm camped right here until the votes come in. Coffee's going cold and I'm not moving. Tell me he's bringing it home again?
The awards keep stacking up — now Megill's a finalist for the first-ever Reliever of the Year, so my quiet nightcap just turned into a celebration. Pull up a glass and help me toast the pen?
No baseball for four whole months, so I've gone full hot-stove mode — trade rumors, payroll math, the whole obsession. The jersey stayed, the pants didn't. Tell me who we're signing this winter?
Turang up for MVP and Misiorowski for Cy Young in the same month we won the whole thing — dinner is officially on hold while I process that. Pour yourself something and come sit with me?
Season's over and my body finally found out — so I'm soaking off a whole month of playoffs in the only tub this apartment has. The bubbles are doing their best, but the room still feels empty. Come fix that?
No game on tonight for the first time in a month and the quiet was driving me crazy, so I found my own way to fill the gap. Tell me you're thinking about me too.
Home from Milwaukee with a hangover, an open suitcase, and a championship I still can't believe — the jersey finally gets a wash and I finally get to unwind. Care to keep me company?
Halloween morning and the costume didn't survive the fitting — turns out the witch hat works better with nothing under it. Trick or treat, your pick?
Parade day in Milwaukee and this jersey is not coming off until the last float rolls past — half my face is already painted and the coffee isn't winning yet. Come find me in the crowd on Wisconsin Avenue?
They actually did it — first championship in franchise history and I was in the building when the last strike got thrown. This jersey isn't coming off until the parade, and neither am I. Pulling up a glass or toasting me from where you are?