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dinosaurwithablog · 1 month
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250 posts!
As indicated above, I'm getting rather chatty 😊 I love Tumblr and all the great people that I've met here!! You guys brighten my day, every day, and for that, I am very grateful 🙏🏼 🥲 🙂 😊 💕 as a die hard Yankees fan, I can't believe that my 250th post was about a player on the Astros. God has a weird sense of humor 🤣 to even it up, I gotta say... let's go Yankees! ⚾️
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gerritcole-coded · 20 days
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Lol at the people on twitter calling the yankees cheap for gifting John Sterling a tv and saying he should've been put in monument park. He absolutely should be put in monument park, and I'm sure he will. Those plaques take time to make though. And there's nothing wrong with ensuring he has a huge ass, beautiful tv to watch baseball on from the comfort of his home. The man has been traveling and for work for 36 years, he deserves to sit on his couch and watch sports all day
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pretty-saucy · 2 months
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It makes it much easier to just love my dream version of Calum and get over the real Calum when I hear him waxing poetic about Philadelphia. Fuck that place.
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thelunarbar · 1 month
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Holy shit! Clinching a series against the fucking Astros is the absolute best start to baseball season! I would fucking love to see them sweep tomorrow
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Okay but can you imagine if Negan stepped outta that RV and whipped out the thickest NY accent ever
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bubblegum-sullivan-13 · 9 months
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NY mutuals dni for three days.
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aybaybader · 9 months
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when the yankees hit 3 homeruns but still lose >>>>
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dinosaurwithablog · 1 month
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He did it again!!!! Home run!!! Giancarlo Stanton is on fire 🔥 😍 I love that man!!! Let's go Yankees!!!!!
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davidjohnlemahieu · 2 years
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just so we’re clear, if dj ever breaks out of this slump i WILL absolutely lose my fucking mind
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pennyserenade · 1 year
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gregory peck westerns are a thousand times better than other westerns because he had sense enough to know you could be a little cowboy and make commentary on the fallaciousness of toxic masculinity that so often plagued the men who loved them, too. i do think some of those men might’ve been too stupid to realize that’s what they were about but i appreciate the effort. i saw it gregory peck
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unefemmedamnee · 2 years
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Not my baseball hyperfixation coming back for the first time since 2017
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gerritcole-coded · 8 days
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GLEYBER!!
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judgerizzo · 1 year
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ON A FLIGHT VOLPE HOMER AND NOW JUDGE HOLY HECK AJDKAKJWJDNDNANANB
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steddieas-shegoes · 2 months
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for @thefreakandthehair (and @vecnuthy and @wormdebut while we’re at it) because sometimes you help a baseball player through French class so they can stay on the team and then they end up on the Savannah bananas and you decide to put the fictional men into situations about it *shrugs*
Eddie was going to have to transfer out of this class. This was one of his easiest classes and it was filled with every jock on campus attempting to fill their foreign language requirement with French.
And they were all failing. And annoying. And obnoxious.
And a few of them were also hot.
But Eddie wasn’t gonna focus on that!
He was gonna finish today’s assignment and then head straight to the advising office to find another class that worked with his work schedule.
“Hey,” the guy next to him whispered as the teacher droned on about conjugating verbs. “Do you have any idea what the fuck the homework was?”
Eddie turned to glare at the person, but his face dropped when he noticed who it was.
The campus celebrity: Steve Harrington.
Couldn’t quite make it on the college baseball team, but managed to make the sort-of professional, but mostly joke team Hawkins Hooligans.
Eddie didn’t like sports, never had. He could appreciate that it took skill and whatnot, but he didn’t care much to watch it or make celebrities of people who were just really good at one very specific thing usually involving some kind of ball. But he could appreciate a joke. And this team had jokes.
Steve was actually apparently good enough to play pro, had even been scouted by the MLB his senior year of high school. One week before his professional tryout, he tore a muscle in his shoulder, had to sit for three months and had to do physical therapy for another three, and voila! No pro ball for him. No college either since he missed spring training.
But he still had skill, and he still had a father with a lot of pull in the business, even if it wasn’t quite enough to get him on the Yankees or whatever.
So he was biding his time on the Hooligans until next year when he could try out for the college team again, maybe increase his chances of a real pro career.
Eddie definitely hadn’t watched videos of him during their first few games of the season where they faced the Indy Idols and the Chicago Charades.
He definitely hadn’t gotten a weird flutter in his stomach when Steve had been the one to lip sync to Hot For Teacher while pretending his bat was a guitar.
He definitely didn’t have a crush on Steve.
“Uh. Dude?” Steve asked him again, shaking him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah. It was the study guide for the first quiz. Not due until next class though,” he whispered back.
“Oh. Thanks.”
Eddie turned his attention back to the professor, not really needing to pay attention since he already knew quite a bit of French.
A tap on his shoulder made him yelp, and the entire room turned to him. He waved apologetically before turning to Steve with a murderous look.
“What?” He hissed out.
“Do you understand this?”
“Yes and you probably would too if you stopped talking to me.”
Eddie was ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to let Steve keep talking to him for as long as he wanted.
“I don’t think that’s it,” Steve huffed before sitting back in his seat and folding his arms across his chest. He mumbled something else that sounded like ‘I’m just stupid’ but Eddie couldn’t be 100% sure.
“A lot of this stuff is just English spelled a little differently.” Eddie sighed. “You could almost definitely figure it out if you took some notes.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Eddie’s brows scrunched together as he glanced at Steve’s red face.
Hm. There was definitely something to unpack here.
“You can borrow mine if you want,” Eddie offered as he watched the professor switch slides on the presentation. “I don’t really need them until the final.”
“Oh!” Steve sounded genuinely surprised by his offer, like he hadn’t been basically asking for help only a moment ago. “You don’t have to do that. I mean, it wouldn’t do much good for me anyway.”
“What do you mean?” Steve had Eddie’s full attention now.
“I’m. I-“ Steve sighed. “I’m dyslexic, man. Reading’s hard for me.”
Well, fuck. Eddie felt like an asshole now.
“Oh.” Eddie looked down at his scribbled notes, cringing at the thought of someone else trying to read them, let alone someone who already struggled with reading from a printed page. “Yeah, my handwriting is shit so it’d probably be useless to you. Shit, it’s almost useless to me.”
Steve snorted, immediately covering his mouth to avoid any more noise from escaping. Eddie could see he was still smiling though. His eyes were very expressive.
“Don’t you have accommodations?” Eddie asked him.
“Nah, my dad doesn’t believe it’s a problem.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Said I just need to focus more and it’ll ‘work itself out.’”
“He sounds like he’s a lot of fun at parties.”
Steve snorted again. “Yeah, a blast.”
“So you aren’t a natural at French?”
Steve shook his head. “I’m barely a natural at English.”
“I could help you?” Eddie was an idiot. An idiot with a crush on someone who would never be interested in anything he had to offer except tutoring.
“Help me? You’d help me?” Steve seemed eager, maybe a little desperate.
Eddie kinda liked that.
“I mean, yeah. If you’re actually willing to put in the work and not expect me to just do the work for you.”
Steve smiled. God, that was a nice smile. Eddie was absolutely fucked.
“I work well with a reward system,” he smirked. “If you’re willing.”
Eddie’s eyes widened momentarily as the realization sunk in that he’d just been flirted with.
By Steve Harrington.
“Oh, I can definitely work with that.”
Steve nodded once, grinned at Eddie as he picked up his pen and ripped off a small piece of his unused notebook paper. He scribbled something down and folded it once before handing it to Eddie.
“Let me know when I need to show up, Eds.”
Eddie unfolded the paper and nearly dropped it.
Stevie H. 555-555-0086 My dorm at 7? No clothes required
When Eddie looked back up, Steve was facing the front, seemingly paying attention to the lecture.
Eddie quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and put Steve’s contact info in. He could wait until after class to send him a text. He could.
Instead, he typed out something quick to hold them both over until later.
Studying naked is my favorite thing 😉
Steve’s knee nudged against his in response.
Maybe Eddie wouldn’t take that trip to advising after all.
And if he was featured on the next TikTok for the Hawkins Hooligans, with Steve fake serenading him in the stands, nobody had to know he didn’t really like sports.
He liked Steve, though. Even when Steve actually managed to play real competitive baseball. Even when Steve managed to get a spot on the Cubs.
Especially when Steve proposed to him during a game in maybe the worst recorded French of all time.
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oldfritz · 2 years
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what I love about this alcs is that since the Astros suck so fucking much, less people will be rooting against the yanks. go us!
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dinosaurwithablog · 23 days
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I gotta say something about Giancarlo Stanton!!! What an amazing power hitter!!!. He has such a casual stance at the plate. It looks like he's swatting a fly, but then you hear "the sound".... the crack of the ball hitting the bat. If you've seen him play, you know instantly, that that sound is a homer. I love how he just stands there watching the ball because he knows it's outta there. Today, the ball traveled at over 111 miles per hour and went 437 feet into the second deck seats!!! Freaking amazing. I think the term amaze balls is totally fitting. I love Giancarlo!!! ❤️ he's on fire 🔥 this year. It's great to have you back. I knew that you would do it. Let's go Yankees!!!!!
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