Atta boy Mr. Heyman!
We strike out way too often, but that’s not particularly new news…..
He didn’t—it hit the knob of his bat. If it had actually hit any part of his hand the hitter would have reacted accordingly.
Earl Holton—NEVER heard of him….
Tonight it’s brats with onions, green & red bell peppers. Ice cold longnecks are available as desired. Life is good in Gator Nation!
77— Spot on post. I’m guessing to go along with the lack of an established weekend rotation we need to include the lack of any true team...
Well damn….we ain’t getting better, that’s for sure.
J.Guy surely strikes fear into every Earl’s heart in the land….
Ok fellers, can’t put it off any longer….
This is hard to watch—but here we are…..
Why did Sully send Neely back out there? Anybody?
Atta boy Heyman!
I love col’beers…. I love good baseball….. I love good bourbon…… I do not love ugly baseball….. Go Gators! That is all……
It’s time Sully…
Damn Whistler—he’s got to have roaches in his family tree….
Kinda hard to say “weight room” when Cags is the hitter……
That looked like our 3rd sacker had two pair of handcuffs on…
Sweet D Shelton to Cags!
Atta way to swing it Mr. Shelnut!
Their guy hit it on the close roof—Matty hit his on the back side of the second building roof—just saying….
