The below tweet — in no way altered from its original posting — shows that very successful managers are not adverse to having a totally bodacious time.

The reader is young and clueless and in need of guidance — not unlike a toddler with a checking account. Peter Gammons, for his part, is like a man that is also a chalice that is presently running over with capital-W Wisdom.

What Peter Gammons says to do, today, is “Triple it, maybe” — advice which the reader will ignore definitely at his or her own terrible, deadly peril.

The following tweet, which appears to contain breaking news on the reading habits of certain major-league baseball clubs, is entirely and in-no-way altered from the original (click to embiggen):

The following tweet, which concerns the real and not fake contract demands of recently acquired Cubs catcher George Kottaras, is entirely and in-no-way altered from the original (click to embiggen):

Former Major Leaguer Fernando Tatis doesn’t just use Twitter to voice his general confusion regarding Hall of Fame voting, he also employs it to broadcast unseemly wisecracks.

Jeff Passan of Yahoo has submitted a science hypothesis to the teeming masses by way of media sociale, as follows:

You could substitute Alex Rodriguez's name for Lance Armstrong and pretty much everything would be the same.

— Jeff Passan (@JeffPassan) November 20, 2013

Perhaps? Perhaps. Ultimately, this isn’t the point. For, whatever the virtues of Passan’s suggestion, chief among them is how readily it (i.e. that suggestion) lends itself to the nearly effortless production of weblog content.

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The following tweet is entirely and in-no-way altered from the original (click to embiggen):

First came the vote for the American League Rookie of the year.

Fine. Maybe they just didn’t feel comfortable voting on a guy they didn’t see before voting. It’s pretty hard to call up a stat sheet, maybe call a friend covering the Rays, and hey Cody Allen did have a great season. Position players are over-rated.

Then came the vote for American League Manager of the year.

Well, now that’s a little peculiar. Could it be?

I can be small. Happy that John Farrell didn't win manager of the year. Still think he pulled a fast one on some really great people.

— steve simmons (@simmonssteve) November 13, 2013

Hey now.

Reminds me of the time I offered to get the table beers while losing at poker. Winner got my twenty bucks and a warm skunked Heineken I found downstairs. Or the time I convinced the scorer — she liked me — to change Carson Cistulli’s hit to an error because Cistulli played more often than I did on our JV squad. Or the time I bid all of my free agent budget on Travis d’Arnaud just because I knew Mike Podhorzer needed a catcher in our TOUT league. (He won anyway.) Or the time I traded Adam Wainwright because he struck out Carlos Beltran like that. Or the time I kicked my nineteen-month old son’s ball over the fence because he scored a goal on me.

Sour grapes taste good.

Ceats

— Ben Revere (@BenRevere9) November 13, 2013

At the beginning, which is also kinda the end, of Orson Welles’ 1941 cinema classic Citizen Kane, newspaper magnate Charles Foster Kane whispers a single word, rosebud, before shuffling off this mortal coil. The search by a reporter, Jerry Thompson, for the possible relevance of that word to the life of the famous and troubled Kane serves as the device by which the film is driven forward. Ultimately, Thompson’s search is fruitless — even as the mystery is resolved for the viewer in the film’s closing frames.

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doing laundry

— Jon Heyman (@JonHeymanCBS) November 8, 2013

I was on Twitter at 4:15 a.m. on said Friday morning, reading that Jon Heyman was doing his laundry. I favorited the tweet, and thought to myself: “I should post this on NotGraphs.”

I then asked myself what I was doing. We are the product of our decisions. I had laundry to do, too.