Baseball players are pussies.

[Big_Maple]

Brother you need to change your handle I can't deal with pee paw.

I'm guessing it's what his grandkids call him or something, guess we'll hear when peepaw logs in!

In one of his first posts he explained it “ Peepaw, so named by my 3 year old grandson. ”

In my experience, this is a common name given to grandfathers in the south. Beats the name given to grandmothers: memaw. Sounds like a donkey with a lisp.

Let the guy use it without any grief - it came from his grandson, for crying out loud!

Addendum: as I was drafting this, peepaw wrote a response of his own which renders this one pretty much moot.

[rockycola]

Brother you need to change your handle I can't deal with pee paw.

It's terrible.

Nothing wrong with the name Peepaw.

Somebody doesn't like something and somebody else has to jump on the derision bandwagon.

[bpj]

Brother you need to change your handle I can't deal with pee paw.

I'm guessing it's what his grandkids call him or something, guess we'll hear when peepaw logs in!

In one of his first posts he explained it “ Peepaw, so named by my 3 year old grandson. ”

In my experience, this is a common name given to grandfathers in the south. Beats the name given to grandmothers: memaw. Sounds like a donkey with a lisp.

Let the guy use it without any grief - it came from his grandson, for crying out loud!

Addendum: as I was drafting this, peepaw wrote a response of his own which renders this one pretty much moot.

Ahh that makes sense why I associated it that way lol, he said it and I read it.

Peepaw doesn't bother me either. But Darren and I are both getting grouchy and a little set in our ways as we become distinguished (old) gentlemen.

[D-train]

Welp I am fucked. I just asked Lynda and she said D Train is WAY weirder than PeePaw.

[D-train]

GL Storm is a bad ass handle.

[D-train]

I'm guessing it's what his grandkids call him or something, guess we'll hear when peepaw logs in!

In one of his first posts he explained it “ Peepaw, so named by my 3 year old grandson. ”

In my experience, this is a common name given to grandfathers in the south. Beats the name given to grandmothers: memaw. Sounds like a donkey with a lisp.

Let the guy use it without any grief - it came from his grandson, for crying out loud!

Addendum: as I was drafting this, peepaw wrote a response of his own which renders this one pretty much moot.

Ahh that makes sense why I associated it that way lol, he said it and I read it.

Peepaw doesn't bother me either. But Darren and I are both getting grouchy and a little set in our ways as we become distinguished (old) gentlemen.

Perhaps he changes his handle to Urine Dad and I will be A-Bus

[Big_Maple]

Peepaw doesn't bother me either. But Darren and I are both getting grouchy and a little set in our ways as we become distinguished (old) gentlemen.

Distinguished gentlemen? As I stare down the barrel of my 60th birthday in a few weeks, I’ve realized I didn't just step into my old and grouchy phase—I’ve fully metamorphosed into my father, a man whose entire personality was fueled by spite, regular bowel movements, and a deep-seated hatred for anyone touching his tools.

I’ve officially achieved a level of existential irritation where my tolerance for bullshit is exactly zero. I am now a man who looks at a loud muffler and genuinely contemplates vehicular manslaughter, views teenagers simply existing in my peripheral vision as a personal assault, and feels a profound, almost erotic satisfaction from cancelling weekend plans.

At this point, my primary hobby is making a sound like a dying animal every time I stand up. I firmly believe the true pinnacle of human civilization isn't medical science or space exploration, but the absolute, vein-popping fury of discovering someone left two seconds on the microwave timer and didn't hit clear.

[DavidGee24]

Distinguished gentlemen? As I stare down the barrel of my 60th birthday in a few weeks, I’ve realized I didn't just step into my old and grouchy phase—I’ve fully metamorphosed into my father, a man whose entire personality was fueled by spite, regular bowel movements, and a deep-seated hatred for anyone touching his tools.

I’ve officially achieved a level of existential irritation where my tolerance for bullshit is exactly zero. I am now a man who looks at a loud muffler and genuinely contemplates vehicular manslaughter, views teenagers simply existing in my peripheral vision as a personal assault, and feels a profound, almost erotic satisfaction from cancelling weekend plans.

At this point, my primary hobby is making a sound like a dying animal every time I stand up. I firmly believe the true pinnacle of human civilization isn't medical science or space exploration, but the absolute, vein-popping fury of discovering someone left two seconds on the microwave timer and didn't hit clear.

Oh great, so now I know what I've got to look forward to in eight months. So far thankfully I'm only grouchy about Mariner baseball and people less than half my age who think they've accumulated more life experience and wisdom than I have.

[bhofferb]

Rumor is Brendan Donovan has started a "running program" after recovering from a groin strain. In 10 days... he'll up his running IN CLEATS!!!



Randy Arozarena tweaks his hamstring slightly... instant IL trip with "mild inflammation" in his hamstring.

Is there any other sport where athletes get pampered like this with time away for tiny little injuries? WTF happened to rub some fuckin dirt on it?

Guesing that was a typo and should have been "cleared" but I could be wrong

[Bil522]

Peepaw doesn't bother me either. But Darren and I are both getting grouchy and a little set in our ways as we become distinguished (old) gentlemen.

Distinguished gentlemen? As I stare down the barrel of my 60th birthday in a few weeks, I’ve realized I didn't just step into my old and grouchy phase—I’ve fully metamorphosed into my father, a man whose entire personality was fueled by spite, regular bowel movements, and a deep-seated hatred for anyone touching his tools.

I’ve officially achieved a level of existential irritation where my tolerance for bullshit is exactly zero. I am now a man who looks at a loud muffler and genuinely contemplates vehicular manslaughter, views teenagers simply existing in my peripheral vision as a personal assault, and feels a profound, almost erotic satisfaction from cancelling weekend plans.

At this point, my primary hobby is making a sound like a dying animal every time I stand up. I firmly believe the true pinnacle of human civilization isn't medical science or space exploration, but the absolute, vein-popping fury of discovering someone left two seconds on the microwave timer and didn't hit clear.

My 60th was 11 days ago and I can honestly say I don't mentally feel any different than I did when I was 30....physically is a whole different story. In order to keep myself sane(questionable), I actually do the job that most of you would hate...I deal with teenagers in high school and try to teach them something. If I go back to coaching basketball, you all are invited to any game on me.