SoupNazi
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John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
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SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
- 27,525
- 18,288
Mantis
I am a doctah
Sega Dreamcast
party like it's 1999
SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
- 27,525
- 18,288
This is what happens when you attention span is no longer than the length of an Instagram reel.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
I am very rich.
Not that I would read any of them anyway. What is "Plushie Paradise"?
The AI bots have taken over Skynet.
Not that I would read any of them anyway. What is "Plushie Paradise"?
SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
- 27,525
- 18,288
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
**Terry Francona’s Dilemma: A Tale of Two Teams**
The office at Progressive Field was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the room. Terry Francona sat in his chair, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his hands clasped together tightly. The framed photos of his storied career lined the walls, silently watching him wrestle with his decision.
It wasn’t supposed to be this difficult. He’d spent the last decade as the skipper of the Cleveland Guardians, earning the respect of the city and cementing his legacy as one of baseball’s most beloved managers. But now, the Cincinnati Reds were calling, their offer laden with opportunity and promise.
He picked up the piece of paper on his desk, the formal offer from the Reds. It was an enticing package—a chance to bring his veteran leadership to a young, hungry team on the rise. They believed Francona could be the missing piece to take them to the next level.
But Cleveland wasn’t just a job; it was home. He thought about the fans who filled the stands, the players who’d grown under his watch, and the bond he’d formed with the city. Walking away felt like abandoning family.
Terry sighed deeply and reached for the cup of coffee that had long gone cold. His phone buzzed on the desk. It was a text from a longtime friend and mentor.
*"Whatever you decide, make sure it’s what you want. Not what you think everyone else wants. It’s your journey."*
The words struck a chord. For years, he’d prioritized the needs of others, but now, he had to focus on his own path.
As the morning sun began to peek through the blinds, Terry stood up and walked to the window. The ballpark was quiet now, the field empty, but he could still hear the echoes of cheering fans and the crack of bats from seasons past.
“Man…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is real tough.”
He turned back to his desk, grabbed a pen, and scribbled a few words on a notepad. Then he sat down to prepare for the press conference he knew he couldn’t avoid.
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The room was packed with reporters later that day, the anticipation thick in the air. Terry approached the podium, his expression serious but calm. He adjusted the microphone and scanned the room.
“I want to start by saying how much Cleveland means to me,” he began, his voice steady. “This city, this organization, and these fans have given me more than I could ever repay. The memories we’ve made here will stay with me forever.”
He paused, the weight of his words settling over the crowd.
“But,” he continued, “after a lot of decision-making and soul-searching, I’ve decided to take my talents to Cincinnati.”
The room erupted in murmurs and gasps. Francona offered a small, bittersweet smile. “It wasn’t an easy choice, but I believe this is the right move for me at this stage in my career. The Reds are building something special, and I’m excited to be a part of it.”
With that, Francona stepped away from the podium, leaving the room in stunned silence. He knew the decision would be met with mixed emotions, but for the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of clarity.
As he walked out of the room and toward his car, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement for the next chapter. Cleveland would always hold a piece of his heart, but Cincinnati was calling, and Terry Francona was ready to answer.
SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
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- 18,288
The place good plushies go when they decide they can no longer stand the unspeakable things you do to them.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
**John Price’s Moment**
The crowd at Great American Ball Park buzzed with anticipation as the bottom of the ninth inning began. The Cincinnati Reds were down 4-3 to their division rivals, the St. Louis Cardinals. It was the kind of game that felt like it could define a season—one filled with missed opportunities, gritty pitching, and now, a chance for late-game heroics.
John Price, the Reds' rookie sensation, stood in the on-deck circle, swinging his bat with a calm determination. At just 23, Price had quickly become a fan favorite with his raw power and unshakable confidence. The fans were chanting his name, but the young slugger stayed locked in, tuning out everything but the task ahead.
“Just another at-bat,” he whispered to himself. “See the ball. Hit the ball.”
With two outs and a runner on first, Price stepped into the batter’s box. The Cardinals' closer, a fireball-throwing veteran with an intimidating presence, toed the rubber.
The first pitch was a 98-mph fastball, low and outside. Ball one.
The second pitch was a slider that just missed the corner. Ball two.
Price took a deep breath and glanced at his hitting coach in the dugout, who gave him a small nod. He knew the next pitch would likely be a strike, something the pitcher hoped would catch Price off guard.
The third pitch came in—a fastball, middle-in. Price didn’t hesitate. He swung with everything he had, and the crack of the bat meeting the ball echoed through the stadium like a thunderclap.
The ball soared high into the night sky, a majestic arc that froze everyone in their tracks. The left fielder sprinted toward the wall, leaping at the last moment, but the ball sailed just beyond his glove, landing in the stands.
Home run.
The stadium erupted in a deafening roar as Price rounded the bases, a grin stretching across his face. His teammates spilled out of the dugout, waiting for him at home plate with jubilant shouts and celebratory water bottles.
As Price crossed home, he was mobbed by his team, their cheers drowning out the announcer’s voice. The crowd chanted his name, and for a moment, the entire city seemed to vibrate with joy.
In the postgame interview, Price, still dripping from a Gatorade shower, couldn’t stop smiling. “That was a dream come true,” he said. “I’ve imagined moments like this since I was a kid, and to do it here, in front of these incredible fans, it’s something I’ll never forget.”
That night, John Price didn’t just win the game for the Reds—he cemented his place in Cincinnati baseball lore, proving that even the youngest players can shine the brightest when the stakes are highest.
The crowd at Great American Ball Park buzzed with anticipation as the bottom of the ninth inning began. The Cincinnati Reds were down 4-3 to their division rivals, the St. Louis Cardinals. It was the kind of game that felt like it could define a season—one filled with missed opportunities, gritty pitching, and now, a chance for late-game heroics.
John Price, the Reds' rookie sensation, stood in the on-deck circle, swinging his bat with a calm determination. At just 23, Price had quickly become a fan favorite with his raw power and unshakable confidence. The fans were chanting his name, but the young slugger stayed locked in, tuning out everything but the task ahead.
“Just another at-bat,” he whispered to himself. “See the ball. Hit the ball.”
With two outs and a runner on first, Price stepped into the batter’s box. The Cardinals' closer, a fireball-throwing veteran with an intimidating presence, toed the rubber.
The first pitch was a 98-mph fastball, low and outside. Ball one.
The second pitch was a slider that just missed the corner. Ball two.
Price took a deep breath and glanced at his hitting coach in the dugout, who gave him a small nod. He knew the next pitch would likely be a strike, something the pitcher hoped would catch Price off guard.
The third pitch came in—a fastball, middle-in. Price didn’t hesitate. He swung with everything he had, and the crack of the bat meeting the ball echoed through the stadium like a thunderclap.
The ball soared high into the night sky, a majestic arc that froze everyone in their tracks. The left fielder sprinted toward the wall, leaping at the last moment, but the ball sailed just beyond his glove, landing in the stands.
Home run.
The stadium erupted in a deafening roar as Price rounded the bases, a grin stretching across his face. His teammates spilled out of the dugout, waiting for him at home plate with jubilant shouts and celebratory water bottles.
As Price crossed home, he was mobbed by his team, their cheers drowning out the announcer’s voice. The crowd chanted his name, and for a moment, the entire city seemed to vibrate with joy.
In the postgame interview, Price, still dripping from a Gatorade shower, couldn’t stop smiling. “That was a dream come true,” he said. “I’ve imagined moments like this since I was a kid, and to do it here, in front of these incredible fans, it’s something I’ll never forget.”
That night, John Price didn’t just win the game for the Reds—he cemented his place in Cincinnati baseball lore, proving that even the youngest players can shine the brightest when the stakes are highest.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
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The Plushies and the Ballgame
It was late at night, and the moonlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows across the bed. Five plushies sat propped up against pillows, their button eyes gleaming in the dim light. Tonight, they were buzzing with excitement. The Washington Nationals had just beaten the New York Mets 8-2, and there was much to discuss.
Pawlette, a soft and cuddly bunny, clapped her paws together enthusiastically. “Pawlette! Pawlette!” she exclaimed, bouncing slightly. Her tone carried the excitement of a fan who’d just seen an underdog triumph.
Pikachu, the electric yellow mouse with pointy ears, hopped up and down. “Pika! Pikachu!” he cheered, mimicking the crack of a bat with an imaginary swing. He clearly admired the Nationals’ big hits tonight.
Munchlax, the sleepy, food-loving bear-like plush, rubbed his round belly lazily. “Munchlax… Munch,” he murmured, as if dreaming of a post-game snack. It wasn’t clear if he was talking about the game or just food in general, but the others nodded in agreement anyway.
Bidoof, the beaver with an endearing bucktooth grin, tilted his head thoughtfully. “Bidoof! Bidoof,” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness. He mimicked a pitcher’s stance, clearly impressed by the Nationals’ strong outing on the mound.
Babe Woof, a baseball-themed plush dog, barked excitedly. “Woof! Babe Woof!” He raised one paw triumphantly, thrilled by the Nationals’ powerful lineup. His tail wagged as he reenacted a home run trot, earning giggles from the others.
The plushies began to chatter at once:
“Pawlette! Pikachu! Munchlax!”
“Bidoof, Bidoof! Babe Woof!”
The conversation turned into a lively reenactment of the game. Pikachu mimicked a spectacular diving catch by the Nationals’ outfield, while Babe Woof leapt up to “rob” an imaginary home run. Pawlette cheered them on, clapping her plush paws.
Munchlax, however, had other ideas. He dragged a small, imaginary cooler of snacks into the scene. “Munch…lax,” he said with a grin, pretending to share treats as if he were part of the postgame celebration.
Eventually, the plushies grew tired from all the excitement. They slumped back into their spots on the bed, satisfied with their nightly recap.
As the house grew quiet, Pawlette whispered, “Pawlette,” in a sleepy tone, and the others murmured their names softly in reply.
Tomorrow, they would wake up, ready for another adventure or perhaps another game. But tonight, they dreamed of baseball, the crack of the bat, and the thrill of victory.
It was late at night, and the moonlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows across the bed. Five plushies sat propped up against pillows, their button eyes gleaming in the dim light. Tonight, they were buzzing with excitement. The Washington Nationals had just beaten the New York Mets 8-2, and there was much to discuss.
Pawlette, a soft and cuddly bunny, clapped her paws together enthusiastically. “Pawlette! Pawlette!” she exclaimed, bouncing slightly. Her tone carried the excitement of a fan who’d just seen an underdog triumph.
Pikachu, the electric yellow mouse with pointy ears, hopped up and down. “Pika! Pikachu!” he cheered, mimicking the crack of a bat with an imaginary swing. He clearly admired the Nationals’ big hits tonight.
Munchlax, the sleepy, food-loving bear-like plush, rubbed his round belly lazily. “Munchlax… Munch,” he murmured, as if dreaming of a post-game snack. It wasn’t clear if he was talking about the game or just food in general, but the others nodded in agreement anyway.
Bidoof, the beaver with an endearing bucktooth grin, tilted his head thoughtfully. “Bidoof! Bidoof,” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness. He mimicked a pitcher’s stance, clearly impressed by the Nationals’ strong outing on the mound.
Babe Woof, a baseball-themed plush dog, barked excitedly. “Woof! Babe Woof!” He raised one paw triumphantly, thrilled by the Nationals’ powerful lineup. His tail wagged as he reenacted a home run trot, earning giggles from the others.
The plushies began to chatter at once:
“Pawlette! Pikachu! Munchlax!”
“Bidoof, Bidoof! Babe Woof!”
The conversation turned into a lively reenactment of the game. Pikachu mimicked a spectacular diving catch by the Nationals’ outfield, while Babe Woof leapt up to “rob” an imaginary home run. Pawlette cheered them on, clapping her plush paws.
Munchlax, however, had other ideas. He dragged a small, imaginary cooler of snacks into the scene. “Munch…lax,” he said with a grin, pretending to share treats as if he were part of the postgame celebration.
Eventually, the plushies grew tired from all the excitement. They slumped back into their spots on the bed, satisfied with their nightly recap.
As the house grew quiet, Pawlette whispered, “Pawlette,” in a sleepy tone, and the others murmured their names softly in reply.
Tomorrow, they would wake up, ready for another adventure or perhaps another game. But tonight, they dreamed of baseball, the crack of the bat, and the thrill of victory.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
Lol
Jarry was always garbage
Remember in the playoff game where Jarry tried to clear a puck, it went straight to an Islanders who scored and ended the series?
What a dumbass. And "Nerdjokovic" isn't too good either.
Lmao.
Jarry was always garbage
Remember in the playoff game where Jarry tried to clear a puck, it went straight to an Islanders who scored and ended the series?
What a dumbass. And "Nerdjokovic" isn't too good either.
Lmao.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
**FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE**
**Pittsburgh Penguins Announce Goaltender Tristan Jarry Placed on Waivers**
**PITTSBURGH, PA – January 15, 2025** – The Pittsburgh Penguins announced today that goaltender Tristan Jarry has been placed on waivers.
Jarry, 29, has been a key part of the Penguins’ goaltending corps since being drafted by the team in the second round (44th overall) of the 2013 NHL Draft. Over the course of his career in Pittsburgh, Jarry has appeared in 250 regular-season games, posting a record of 134-84-20 with a .914 save percentage and a 2.60 goals-against average. He was named to the NHL All-Star Game in 2020 and has been a reliable presence between the pipes for much of his tenure.
“This was not an easy decision,” said Penguins General Manager Kyle Dubas. “Tristan has been an important part of our team, both on and off the ice. However, after evaluating our roster and organizational needs, we felt this was the best step for our team moving forward. We thank Tristan for his contributions and professionalism during his time with the Penguins.”
The move comes as the Penguins look to make adjustments to their roster amid a competitive Metropolitan Division race. Placing Jarry on waivers provides flexibility for the team to explore other options in net, including the potential promotion of younger talent or acquisition of additional depth.
Should Jarry clear waivers, he will have the opportunity to be assigned to the Penguins’ American Hockey League (AHL) affiliate, the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins, or potentially be claimed by another NHL team.
“We recognize the possibility of Tristan being claimed by another organization,” added Dubas. “If that happens, we wish him nothing but success in the next chapter of his career.”
The Penguins currently hold a record of 22-16-4 and remain in the hunt for a playoff spot as they navigate a pivotal stretch of the season.
Further updates regarding the Penguins’ roster will be announced as they become available.
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**About the Pittsburgh Penguins:**
The Pittsburgh Penguins are a professional hockey team based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, competing in the National Hockey League (NHL). Established in 1967, the Penguins have won five Stanley Cup championships and remain committed to excellence on and off the ice.
**Pittsburgh Penguins Announce Goaltender Tristan Jarry Placed on Waivers**
**PITTSBURGH, PA – January 15, 2025** – The Pittsburgh Penguins announced today that goaltender Tristan Jarry has been placed on waivers.
Jarry, 29, has been a key part of the Penguins’ goaltending corps since being drafted by the team in the second round (44th overall) of the 2013 NHL Draft. Over the course of his career in Pittsburgh, Jarry has appeared in 250 regular-season games, posting a record of 134-84-20 with a .914 save percentage and a 2.60 goals-against average. He was named to the NHL All-Star Game in 2020 and has been a reliable presence between the pipes for much of his tenure.
“This was not an easy decision,” said Penguins General Manager Kyle Dubas. “Tristan has been an important part of our team, both on and off the ice. However, after evaluating our roster and organizational needs, we felt this was the best step for our team moving forward. We thank Tristan for his contributions and professionalism during his time with the Penguins.”
The move comes as the Penguins look to make adjustments to their roster amid a competitive Metropolitan Division race. Placing Jarry on waivers provides flexibility for the team to explore other options in net, including the potential promotion of younger talent or acquisition of additional depth.
Should Jarry clear waivers, he will have the opportunity to be assigned to the Penguins’ American Hockey League (AHL) affiliate, the Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins, or potentially be claimed by another NHL team.
“We recognize the possibility of Tristan being claimed by another organization,” added Dubas. “If that happens, we wish him nothing but success in the next chapter of his career.”
The Penguins currently hold a record of 22-16-4 and remain in the hunt for a playoff spot as they navigate a pivotal stretch of the season.
Further updates regarding the Penguins’ roster will be announced as they become available.
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**About the Pittsburgh Penguins:**
The Pittsburgh Penguins are a professional hockey team based in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, competing in the National Hockey League (NHL). Established in 1967, the Penguins have won five Stanley Cup championships and remain committed to excellence on and off the ice.
Sega Dreamcast
party like it's 1999
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
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John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
@PanthersPens62 you see your Duke lay the "Smack down" on your Miami Canes
End of Line
Sic Semper Tyrannis
- Mar 20, 2009
- 29,111
- 6,754
PanthersPens62
Paul & Stanley
You realize the updates are needed to keep your computer running properly, eh?
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
as long as the plushie stories end too
jsut go back to everyone talking about the news and life
the f*** would you know about ITYou realize the updates are needed to keep your computer running properly, eh?
SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
- 27,525
- 18,288
I mean, I can ask. But that would probably also put an end to John and Brenda’s plushie adventure.
SoupNazi
Keeps paying for Hangman’s OF to get promoted
- Feb 6, 2010
- 27,525
- 18,288
You don’t talk about either of those. All you do is spam reels and post “hungry” before you go do unspeakable things to your plushies.
John Price
pro gambler/drinker
- Sep 19, 2008
- 388,325
- 31,863
Not sure why John would have adventures with Brenda from 90210
TBF the late Shannon Doherty RIP
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