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WWII GI helmet (the anti-kabuto)

WWII GI helmet (the anti-kabuto)

So fracking stupid.
Arte is such a tight ass you could shove a lump of coal up his ass and he would produce a diamond in a week.

I miss @Lou.

Speaking of human memories being weird, in 20 years I will be baffled why I have a specific memory of David Brinkley in a white bikini leaning against a palm tree.

A no-no is its own reward.
If you're honest, none of the Angels starters have "earned" the opening day bid in the traditional sense of designation of staff ace. Reid still needs to build consistency, which he says himself. Giving laurels before they are due is the kiss of death.
Oh, and google "curse of the bobblehead"

It also doesn't help that Ohtani was purchased with money when he came into MLB as an international free agent, so that makes him a draft dodger, too.

Manager's version of BSOHL?

This was a fun thread.  And I was worried it would be too plane.

This deserves all the credit. Sorry AO, you’ve been replaced:
 

Nice to see the Halos win 2-3 of the series with the Dodgers 

714 tickets 714 tickets

The jumbotron develops a burn-in ghost image of the Rally Monkey by August.
 

Klngon

That may be the case but I will say this.
The first MLB ownership that has the balls to sign him gets my 💯 respect and I’ll be rooting for them — unless it’s the Dodgers or any AL WEST team. 

It looks like the betting was being done with an illegal bookmaker though.  So even if there's no baseball betting, there's legal implications that could be way worse.
 
 

Is there any way that we can make sure Rendon and Arte are tied to Ohtani’s gambling bets?

A teacher told her young class to ask their parents for a family story with a moral at the end of it and to return the next day to tell their stories.
In the classroom the next day, Mike told his story first, "My dad is a farmer and we have chickens. One day we were taking lots of eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the truck when we hit a big bump in the road; the basket fell off the seat and all the eggs broke. The moral of the story is not to put all your eggs in one basket."
 
"Very good," said the teacher.
 
Next, Mary said, "We are farmers too. We had twenty eggs waiting to hatch, but when they did we only got ten chicks. The moral of this story is not to count your chickens before they're hatched."
 
"Excellent!" said the teacher again, very pleased with the responses so far.
Next, it was Barry’s  turn to tell his story: "My dad told me this story about my Aunt Judy. Aunt Judy was a flight engineer in the Iraq war and her plane got hit by gun fire. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and a machete."
 
"Go on," said the teacher, intrigued.
 
"Aunt Judy drank the whiskey on the way down to prepare herself; then she landed right in the middle of a hundred enemy soldiers.
 
She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete till the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands." 
 
"Good heavens," said the horrified teacher. "What did your father say was the moral of that frightening story?"
 
"Stay away from Aunt Judy when she's drunk."

I didn't know Kelvim Escobar had a cat.