She’s far from perfect.
Old now, but home. All we’ve got.
Happy birthday, babe.
This has been a NotGraphs Haiku, inspired by the cold and unflinching hands of death, which is coming for us all, even the SkyDome.
GIF credit: The Internet.
Shut up. Please shut up.
I’m begging you. Shut the fuck
up for one second.
This has been a NotGraphs Haiku, written mostly out of frustration, because the commentary during the postseason makes the games borderline unwatchable.
High five to Internet scholar @cjzero for the GIF.
Baseball players come
and go. But there is only
one Mariano.
This has been an emotionally-written NotGraphs Haiku.
Thanks to @Cut4 for the GIF. It’s perfect.
Late September and
the Royals are playing games
that matter. Fucked up.
This has been a Justin Maxwell-inspired NotGraphs Haiku.
Trevor Plouffe hit a
double against Yu Darvish
in his next at-bat.
This has been another NotGraphs Haiku. I’ll stop soon. Maybe. Probably.
Thanks to @lonestarball for the GIF, and to Darvish for the ridiculous hook.
No. Not Matt Harvey.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck!
Me next, please, John Buck.
This has been a profanity-laced NotGraphs Haiku.
Thanks, @Cut4, for the heartbreaking GIF.
There is nothing quite
like a Heyward diving catch
made while on the run.
This has been another poorly written NotGraphs Haiku.
I have lived two lives:
pre- and post-Yasiel Puig.
Post-Puig is better.
This has been a poorly written NotGraphs Haiku.
Because I can’t watch that GIF too many times. Thanks, @GDixon410.
Dear Uncle Charlie,
Twelve-to-six, or two-to-eight,
You’re my favorite.
This has been a NotGraphs Haiku.
And this was entirely an excuse to post the above GIF, for which all praise goes to @ChadMoriyama. And Uncle Charlie. And Clayton Kershaw.
Raul Ibanez.
He gives and gives, yet asks for
Nothing in return.
This has been a NotGraphs Haiku.
And this was entirely an excuse to post the above GIF, for which all praise goes to @lonestarball. And Raul Ibanez.