We Love Rock’n’Roll. Home field advantage? Notsomuch.
One game into the Division Series, Patti and guest host Alexander Dacy remember some guys from the last time the Os and Rangers met in the playoffs, ponder if home field is really an advantage, and wonder if the expanded WC field is good for anyone but MLB’s bottom line. Jose Altuve sets a mark for first pitch homers in the first game of the postseason, as well as HR height differential between pitcher and batter. The Diamondbacks almost earn full team boyfriend status for the way they rallied around their GM as he cared for his wife living with a brain tumor, and then establishing a fund in her memory. Their status is immediately revoked when the team knowingly crossed picket lines for the second time in order to stay in an LA hotel where workers have been striking since July. Joan Jett, Billy Joel and Stevie Nicks, and Guns’n’Roses all have a postseason role to play, from anthems to traffic to just making some space. The Mets clean house – what is inappropriate use of the IL anyway? Lindsey Hill goes public after settling with Trevor Bauer. Alexander tells the tale of the here today gone next year Spire City Ghost Hounds and his tryout with the Atlantic League team. Congrats to Bo Knows Boyfriends, the winner of our very fun and somewhat ridiculous fantasy league. A big thank you to Alexander Dacy for sitting in for the traveling Pottymouth, who will be back for next week’s show.
We say, “Convenience team? That’s like a pity date.” If there were a way that both teams could lose this series, I’d take it.” and “You lie to your kid’s school – you do whatever you need to do to get to the damn playoff game.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.
