“At Least They Have the Browns”

No Crying In Baseball

Cleveland fans mourn the loss of Francisco Lindor and Cookie Carrasco, as the Mets made the hottest of hot stove moves last week. The Nationals, and Patti, come to terms with Kyle Schwarber, the target of one of Patti’s most vehement sports grudges. RIP Tommy Lasorda, he of the long and colorful Dodger history and the despicable denying of his son’s life and death. Mookie Betts and Brianna Hammonds finally make it official after 15 years and one child.

Our boyfriend segment brings random themes of injuries, dreadlocks, bobbleheads, and grand slams. Pottymouth, in her best “if Pepé Le Pew were from Boston” voice, names Franchy Cordero her Royals BF, he of the adorable hair and flashes of brilliance. Patti finally gets to claim outfielder Michael A. Taylor, now that he is no longer a Nat. A little weird to name a BF who is getting married in a few days, but it’s not like that. How did NCiB never name Phillies’ Andrew McCutcheon a boyfriend until now? He’s perfect for us and now Pottymouth’s got him. Patti has had her eye on Alec Bohm, the second coming of Jayson Werth, since August.

In winter baseball, will the Puerto Rican league get going again? LIDOM is full of playoff excitement and MLB players to watch, and Pottymouth is so through with the Sydney Blue Sox. Need to feel great? National treasure Maybelle Blair is turning 94, and asks you to donate to the International Women’s Baseball Center.

Until next time, stay the hell inside (we clearly aren’t kidding about bunkers), wear your mask, watch your distance, and fight The Man. 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.