#mlb merchandise

[cheesyakumas]

MASTER FU SIMPS LOOK AT THIS

You can actually own an officially licensed Miracle box that is 1/5th the price of the original one!!

This box was sent to me by Cori Mori & you can actually get 5 euros off if you use Camem5 on www.corimori.de ; or you can buy it through amazon.de here

This is the kind of merch I genuinely simp for

[usatrendy]

A Combined No-Hitter Was Pitched On A Wednesday At Wrigley Shirt

"A Combined No-Hitter Was Pitched On A Wednesday At Wrigley Apparel" Introduction: Relive one of the most iconic moments in baseball history with the "A Combined No-Hitter Was Pitched On A Wednesday At Wrigley Apparel". This unique apparel celebrates the unforgettable no-hitter game that took place at Wrigley Field, where a group of talented pitchers made history. Perfect for die-hard Chicago Cubs fans, baseball enthusiasts, and sports memorabilia collectors, this apparel lets you wear a piece of baseball legacy.

Product Description: Celebrate a legendary moment in baseball with the "A Combined No-Hitter Was Pitched On A Wednesday At Wrigley Apparel". Made from high-quality, comfortable fabric, this apparel is designed for fans who want to showcase their passion for the game. The bold, commemorative design highlights the combined no-hitter event, making it the perfect statement piece for game days, casual outings, or as a collector’s item.

Whether you're at Wrigley Field or watching from home, this apparel ensures you’ll stand out as a true baseball aficionado. Available in multiple sizes and styles, it’s the perfect gift for Cubs fans, baseball collectors, and sports history buffs alike. Don’t miss out on owning a piece of baseball's finest moments!

Key Features:

High-quality, breathable fabric for maximum comfort Commemorative design celebrating the combined no-hitter at Wrigley Field Available in various sizes and styles for both men and women Perfect for game day, casual wear, or as a collector’s item Ideal gift for Chicago Cubs fans and baseball lovers

[jacquesthepigeon]

I think the merchandise actually hurts the show overall.

You don’t see a lot of merch with shows like gravity falls or Star vs the forces of evil or owl house cause they had stories to tell, even if the plot takes a bit to get going.

MLB reminds me of shows from the 80s, which while beloved by the people who grew up with them, would randomly add new plot points or vehicles or powers just to sell another toy.

I know at some point merchandise was the main way cartoons made money but that might’ve been limited to certain series and time periods as a google search now says it’s mainly from licensing to streaming services so idk how important merch is in actuality

But anyway

It at least looks like they’re adding all sorts of random “power-ups” for the sake of making more toys but when you look at the actual selection available there really isn’t that much variety? We got the whole miracuclass and barely any toys to show for it so what was the point? Why did they subject me to that if they’re not even getting money out of it? Sadistic

[nicohischierz]

a street interview: mason mctavish

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hischif you want to join the taglist let me know!!

mason was walking through the mall with trevor and jamie when he got stopped by a girl holding a microphone.

"hi i have a podcast and this weeks theme is sports so I was wondering if you guys would be interested in answering a question on one of america's major sports," you spoke.

"what do you mean?" trevor asked, looking between his friends.

"well, i'll ask you a question from either the nhl, nba or mlb and if you guys answer it you can win a prize if you're interested," you explained.

the three boys looked at each other and nodded.

you turned to your friend and started rolling the camera. “okay choose a category, nhl, nba or mlb,”

trevor answered first “nhl.”

“the nhl is comprised of 32 teams with 7 of them being canadian. can you name the 7 canadian teams in the nhl?” you asked.

“toronto maple leafs!” mason exclaimed first.

the three then huddled into a group to think of the rest. “what about cole’s team?”

“montreal canadiens!”

“hey isn’t hughes in canada?” jamie asked

“omg the vancouver canucks!” trevor picked up on quickly.

“you guys have a minute to name the other four,” you prompted.

trevor looked at you appalled “hey, you never said it was timed!” he argued. you shrugged at him “now you know,”

“edmonton oilers and calgary flames,” mason added.

jamie and trevor tried their hardest to think of the last two teams but failing short they looked to mason.

“ottawa senators and umm i think the winnipeg jets,” he added.

you smiled at mason and nodded. “congratulations you guys are correct! and you’ve got a little prize. the three of you are the owners of the coffee hours podcast new merchandise and these tickets to the long beach indy car grand prix!” you handed the three their prize.

mason put his beanie on and smiled at the camera as trevor inspected everything.

you signalled to your friend to switch the camera off before turning to the three boys again. “you guys don’t have to keep the merch if you don’t want to but please use the tickets. my cousin gave them to me and i don’t know if i want to go,” you explained.

“i think my sister listens to your podcast,” trevor spoke. you smiled, your eyes twinkling at the realisation that people actually liked your content.

mason thought it was adorable.

"can i get your instagram," mason blurted.

jamie and trevor snickered at the boy as you gave him a warm smile. "sure," you held out your hand for his phone and put in your username.

it took mason three days to gain the confidence to message you. the boy stared at your profile for a whole hour before trevor forced him to say something.

"look she's half swiss and you were born in Switzerland, make conversation about that," trevor suggested.

mason shrugged. there wasn’t much to go on with that conversation starter and he knew deep down trevor also knew that.

zoe.fraser shared a video

zoe.fraser: you’re a hockey player?

“she messaged me!” mason exclaimed showing trevor and jamie his phone.

at that time, trevor’s girlfriend walked in as the boys discussed how mason should respond.

“i think you should send a shrugging emoji” - trevor

“maybe say you weren’t sure if she was a fan and didn’t think it was necessary to mention” - jamie

“girls like it when you’re a bit cocky” - trevor.

trevor’s girlfriend promptly hit her boyfriend over the head and asked mason for his phone.

“holy shit, that’s the host of the coffee hours podcast. i love her content, i always listen to her in my car,” she explained.

“mils, can you help mason?” jamie asked.

millie smiled and formulated a response.

masonmctavish: guilty 😅

zoe.fraser: well then i think you guys cheated

“you were in one of her video?!” millie exclaimed. trevor nodded and asked his girlfriend to continue her work.

masonmctavish: how about i make it up to you?

zoe.fraser: are you asking me out on a date?

masonmctavish: only if you say yes

zoe.fraser: friday 9:30, after your game

masonmctavish: you’ve got yourself a date

mason hugged millie before she moved over to trevor. millie patted the boys shoulder before settling in next to her boyfriend.

“i cant believe you met her. i would actually die and that’s saying a lot cause i’ve met fernando alonso and sebastian vettel,” millie mumbled.

trevor squeezed his girlfriends cheeks “i’ll give you the sweater she gave us. she said it was her first official merch,”

millie kissed her boyfriend before turning to mason. “you better not screw this date up,” she threatened lightly.

mason nodded, gulping hard.

that threat did not help his nerves. at all

[chimivx]

home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk

College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

wc; {part seven} 3.6k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; peese n lurv. <3

Cheers could be heard down every street in Iloa, the Lions stadium alive, living, breathing, exploding full of love and support, every voice showering down onto the field of ten or so men stretching, throwing around baseballs, or sprinting across the grass.

In the bullpen, the smack of DK’s hundred mile per hour baseball hitting the leather of Woozi’s glove echoed against the walls and carried up to the kids in their matching jerseys dangling their heads over the railings to watch them, calling down for them to throw a baseball up into the stands. Standing on the sidelines, coaches, other starting and backup pitchers, they’d grab whichever ball DK discarded and tossed it up to the boys and girls, watching their faces light up with joy.

A sweet smell lingered in the air, one mixing with that of the savoriness of the comfort foods the boys on the team indulged in after a victory, one they hoped would happen today. Pretzels, soft chewy cinnamon bites, ice cream stands around every turn, every corner of the stadium. Women and men wandered about with bright red shirts on, carrying bins of ice cold drinks, beers, and water bottles, their voices booming through and over the crowds eager to get their buzz on. Fans waiting in line at the stores, full of Lions merchandise, were calling them over, swiping their cards without checking the price, and chugging the can as best as they could before they were allowed to walk through the door. An excellent ploy, get them tipsy and they won’t care what they’re picking up off the shelves.

Bouncing in your black boots, skinny jeans on your legs and a silky custom Lions bomber jacket on top of a bodysuit, you held a water bottle in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. Grooving to the music radiating the walls of the stadium, a pop beat from a music group that prided themselves on being the biggest fans of your brother, the cutest group of seven talented boys the Lions were now partners with, you pulled on the elbow linked with yours, accidentally rocking them with you. Sunglasses low on your nose, you turned and smiled. Latched to you tight, elbows locked, Ryujin licked her ice cream and raised a brow.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said, letting you rock her to your heart's content as the two of you strolled through the first floor pavilion. “Is this that group DK likes?” 

“The group that DK is friends with?” Correcting her, she smiled and rolled her eyes. “We had a few of them over in the off season while I was home with him, they’re cool.”

Ryujin dodged a man barreling toward the seats carrying one of his kids in his arms while the other ran behind him. “Jesus,” she muttered. “This place is crazier than last season.” Catching the drips of ice cream down the side of your cone with your tongue, you winked to a group of girls around your age staring at you and Ryujin and gave them a wave as you passed by them.

“They need them to win,” you said.

“They need to use manners,” she countered, giving you a look.

Shaking your head, waving to some other people who actually called out your name and greeted you properly, you said, “Then we need them to win. You don’t wanna see these people when they lose.”

Ryujin, having been on guard for your sake since she arrived three days ago, gave the people a stare, not caring what they thought of her. She overanalyzed them all. Back in February, a little over a month ago, when the Mingyu story broke the internet, your name was drug through the mud. You weren’t so innocent either, though you were, you knew what you did, what had happened, but to the media you were a drunken mess homie hopper. 

The photos of Vernon safely placing you into his passenger seat couldn’t even compare to the photos of Mingyu and Daya, taken from far away, not up close like people would do to you when you were dating him. That thought alone disgusted you, that you weren’t worthy of certain boundaries like Daya apparently was, that you could have cameras shoved in your face while you were kissing your boyfriend in a public space, but there she was, on his lap, tongue in his cheek, and the photos and videos were grainy as fuck. 

He couldn’t defend himself. It took about twenty four hours for you to be able to face him, even at the training games they had played the following day you ignored him, sat in the stands with your sunglasses on, arms folded, legs crossed, only cheering and clapping when ‘Now batting, first basemen, Chwe Hansol’ was announced through the stadium. Simply to piss him off, of course. Videos of that hit the internet to no one's surprise, everyone was way too involved in the scandal that almost took down Vernon’s name as well.

The two of you spoke that night, the day after the story nearly imploded your lives, with DK and Vernon on standby, the two waiting in the hallway outside of your hotel room to Mingyu’s demise. Your precious, golden hunk of a boyfriend couldn’t say two words to come back from what he’d done. With grace, somehow, he listened to your telling of how the night went, how he’d acted in front of your brother, and what he’d said to Vernon.

His only reasoning, that wasn’t an excuse to how he ended up with Daya on top of him, was that she came onto him. Loosely believing it, that he didn’t realize what she’d been doing, you let him go with a hug and his thousands of soft apologies for everything he’d been putting you through without realizing. 

That was the Mingyu you used to know, before the money, before the fame got to his head, before he was one of the stars on the team, a huge name in baseball. The nice Mingyu, the one who’d catch onto the things your parents would say and give you a silly look with a roll of his eyes, the Mingyu who once upon time said he wanted to take care of you one day, wanted to give you a life you deserved. 

But, he was all talk. A hug, whispers of I’m sorry, it was as simple as that.

All the mentions of realization seemed to withstand the pressure of the media cracking down on him in interviews, the way people would run into him on the street and bombard him with questions of you, of Vernon, of the scandal, of what he’d done. Every single time he would own up to it. Left within him, though you broke his heart, wouldn’t forgive him, told him that you two did not work together, was the care he held for you. The love he said he had, which out of everything, was the one thing you wholeheartedly believed in.

Protecting your name, defending you, speaking about you with a softness in his eyes only when asked, he at least kept one of his promises. Giving you a life you deserved, a safe one. He gave you your space, he didn’t try to come back, he didn’t fight to hold onto anything, he respected what you had to say, what you wanted, which would’ve driven you mad if Vernon weren’t standing in the hallway, if you didn’t have history clinging to him, love for him. A boy that podcasts and drama influencers alike were calling stupid for involving himself with you, for getting between you and Mingyu, that if you two were to get together after this it’d be a shorter relationship than the one you’ve just come out of.

All the more reason for Mingyu to come out and admit to what he’d done, which in turn, destroyed Daya and Hoshi’s marriage.

Desperately clinging to whatever she possibly could, sloppily throwing stories together, making absolute dogshit up about you, about Mingyu, about your brother, she scrambled miserably to hold onto her husband and the beautiful, wonderful life he’d given her. 

You and Hoshi spent some time together in the days following the break up, bonding in a way you’d never expect. Across dinner tables after days of baseball, he’d sip his beer and tell you story after story about what a witch his soon-to-be ex-wife was. He never meant to marry her, which didn’t make him out to be partner of the year, but when they found out she was pregnant with their daughter he put a ring on her finger and owned up to the new life he was bound to live.

He wasn’t looking for an excuse to divorce her, to escape her, to get rid of her, but he wouldn’t say he wasn’t grateful that this ended up happening. As for his daughter, he wouldn’t give her up for the world, when he spoke on Daya their daughter never came up. It was all her, his now ex-wife, or in the process of becoming ex-wife. He’d always shower Tora with love, would show up for her, and give her the world whether he was with her mother or not. And that’s who Daya became to him, the mother of his daughter, nothing more.

She was the curse of last season after all, the fans had no problem discarding her after Hoshi made the one and only public post to announce his divorce.

In doing so, combined with Mingyu’s unspoken compliance, Hoshi aided in the repairing of your name, of Vernon’s name, and within weeks things started to turn around.

“I don’t like the way some of these people are looking at you,” Ryujin said, holding onto you a little tighter each time someone's eyes spent more than two seconds on you. 

Tugging her out of the way of a family staring at their phones then pointing to the signs above their heads, confused as to where they were going, you yanked her toward the row of stairs leading to the first base line. “Most are fine,” you assured her, pausing at the top of the steps. The man working the row gave you a smile and a nod. “How are you?” Returning the smile, you watched his cheeks blush.

“Fine, Miss Isla, and you?” he asked with another nod of his head.

Looking at Ryujin, then back at him, you nodded as well. “Fantastic. There’s three more behind us, they should-”

“ISLA!”

The high pitched scratchy scream struck your heart. Eyes wide, head snapping to look down at your seats in the first row, you couldn’t help the obnoxious screech that came out of you involuntarily, simply triggered by a glimpse of their beautiful faces. Ryujin slipped her elbow out of yours, accepted the ice cream cone you slapped into her hand, and let you go, discarding the sweets before leisurely following you down the stairs, not running like you were. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed, skipping a few steps at a time, “Oh my god!” Heads were turned from the seats slowly filling the sections, you and your sisters shrieks gathering attention like clockwork. Even if you weren’t actively causing a scene, when the five of you were together people paid attention. 

Jumping off the last step into the row, you didn’t even have a second to look at any of them, to mess with the adorable outfits they’d thrown together, you were in their arms and their arms were around you, squeezing you, the four of you lost in whispers and Tori’s teary eyes. When Ryujin made it down the steps she wiggled herself into the middle, her hands grabbing onto three different parts of two different girls.

Aurora, Tori, Yuna, Ryujin, they were here. Once you found out they were coming to opening day you upgraded their tickets, you grouped them in with yourself and made sure they’d be down here on the field with you. It’d been months, and after the last few weeks, you needed your sisters. Partially the reason why Ryujin came days earlier after she’d gotten clearance from a few of her classes. Like DK promised, she stayed in his house with you, she hung out with your brother and actually got to know him for him and not the almighty baseball superstar he was made out to be.

She liked him as your brother more, and DK took to her in the same way. Within three days it felt like you were trapped with a big sister as well as a big brother with how they both ganged up on you, teaming together to tease you like big siblings should while whipping you into shape at the same time. The other three were set to come back to the house with you tonight, staying for the length of the three game series the Lions were opening their season with, and you couldn’t wait for them to spend time with the brother you spent so much time telling them about at Nasara.

“Tor,” you whined first as the group hug dispersed, reaching for her bronzed cheeks glowing in the March sun. Her glossy pout worsened, making you giggle, forcing your thumbs to her bottom lashes to keep her makeup in place. Tori came close to Ryujin in your heart, another trustworthy sister to share some secrets with, to open up to, she matched your try anything once energy, your party loving twin.

Grabbing your wrists, her red nails brushing your skin, she shook her head. “It is so good to see you, Isla,” she said, her voice quiet, half broken. “You have no idea what the hell we went through after you left, what we thought happened to you, it was so scary.”

A smile pricked your lips. “Ryujin throwing a sneaker at Yeji’s head?” Giggles sounded around you. “I heard all about it.” Wiping her eyes, you took her hands in yours and squeezed them, giving Aurora a glance. “I heard about everything.”

“How did you know?” Aurora asked, her observant eyes intriguing your own, the girl always on some mission to know. “You said something to me, do you remember?” Truthfully, no, you did not, and you weren’t at a point yet where you had the balls to admit it. Aurora seemed to catch on quick. “Before any of us knew anything… Caught onto anything, which, we didn’t, you knew.”

“And it cost you,” Yuna chimed in, laying a hand on your shoulder. Giving her and her chocolate curls a smile, you shrugged.

“I’ll be honest,” you whispered. “I thought it was obvious.” The laughter that broke out warmed your heart, thank god.

“Let’s not get stuck on this right now,” Ryujin pulled you out the girl's hands and moved you in front of a seat that looked straight out to first base. “We have a game to watch, we can talk about this later.”

Shuffling around the chairs, deciding who was going to sit where around you, an insane amount of questions were thrown your way, every single one involving Vernon.

“Are you guys dating?” Yuna asked from beside you on your right.

“Were you guys dating before? At Nasara?” Tori asked from your left.

Aurora poked her head forward. “Just so everyone knows, he told me about her first!”

“Shut up, let her speak,” Tori elbowed her leather jacket that so obviously belonged to Wooyoung. 

Ryujin threw her hands up, her eyebrows furrowed, the crease in her forehead deep. “I knew the whole time?!”

“Shut up, let her speak,” Aurora said to her, the two breaking out into giggles, throwing playful hands at each other. 

Tori rolled her eyes, her fluffy lashes fluttering as she looked between you and Yuna. “These two, I swear they’re on each other more than anything I’ve ever seen.”

Perking a brow, a smirk lighting up your lips, you leaned forward to witness them swatting at each other's hands, giggling like little kids. Yeah, you knew that one. “Ror,” you caught her attention, and Ryujin’s, “You and Wooyoung? Finally?”

She blinked, many times. Tori took her bottom lip between her teeth, her face going blank. “I mean,” she started, shrugging, gaze flickering out onto the empty field. “Something like that.” Confusion filled your face and she smiled, a breathy laugh escaping her. “We’re not putting pressure on anything,” she clarified. “So many big things have happened this year, we just want to… Be.”

You knew that one.

Letting her know you understood her with a smile, you shifted to Tori who just finished taking a deep breath, her eyes fixed forward. “What about you?” you asked her, letting the other two go back to giggling with one another. Yuna listened in to them, paying no mind to the quiet way Tori spoke back to you.

“What do you mean?” she questioned within a whisper.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, “How’s Mingi? Mr Loverman? I miss seeing you guys be you,” you nudged her arm, “Your relationship is my favorite, I yearn to have what you two have.”

“Yearn?” She smirked.

“I know words, Tor,” you said, sitting up straight. Gesturing to yourself, you said, “Haven’t drank in two weeks, I’m remembering words I used to know when I was good at school, I’m tryna use them all, one word a day.”

Her eyes began to shine. “Two weeks,” she whispered. You nodded, feeling proud, keeping your anxiety locked away for the time being. “Isla, that’s great.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, accepting her hand she offered you. “It’s hard.”

“But you’re doing it,” she smiled.

“Longest streak yet,” you whispered, and she squeezed your fingers. “This doesn’t get you out of the Mingi question.”

Her face fell. “Damn it.”

“Don’t tell me you guys broke up?” you asked, and she turned toward you, flustered, her cheeks flushing of color.

“No, no, no,” she whispered as fast as humanly possible, “Not that, we didn’t break up, it’s just…”

“Soul said that!” Aurora’s cackle cut her off, Ryujin and Yuna laughing with her.

Closing her eyes, Tori took a breath before looking at you. “I don’t know how to describe it. It sounds horrible in my head, I don’t think I can say it out loud, if I try I either look like a jealous bitch or a shitty girlfriend.”

Placing your other hand on top of the one you were already holding, you smiled something soft. “It’s okay,” you said. “Thoughts are one thing, actions are another.”

Tori frowned. “I love him, you know I do.”

“Tor, we all know that.”

She glanced away, collecting her thoughts. The booming voice of the sportscaster sounded over the speakers and the now full stands erupted into cheers. “We’ll talk later,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face as the Lions were called out onto the field, every person in the stadium leaping to their feet.

Adrenaline shot down your spine, your anxiety pushed aside by the excitement that buzzed within your heart. DK, the first to run out onto the field, shot a hand in the air, waving as the music blasted for their arrival, guiding them to their places on the field. Player after player, they ran out, hands in the air, greeting their fans, searching for their family in the stands, saying hello to cameras pointed their way. The field flooded with love from both players and fans.

Number seven hit the field, cleats in the grass, and your heart skipped a beat. This was it, the first game of the rest of his life. Brown curls popped out beneath his hat, curls you had your fingers in last night from the passenger seat of his car after Ryujin slammed her door shut and hurried up to your brother's house, Vernon dropping the two of you off after a shared dinner amongst friends. He took a second, pausing as the crowd went wild for him and his teammates. Tipping his chin backward, chocolate eyes wide, an absolute look of awe, he turned in a slow circle, attempting to look at every single person, until he found you.

The world went quiet around you, though everyone and your sisters still cheered with every ounce of power within them. A smile lit up his face, one he wouldn’t normally wear so publicly, too much emotion for people who didn’t know him. Watching him wear it now, taking in all the love the fans threw his way, you swore you could cry. 

He was meant to go to first base, everyone was taking their places on the field, the other team was on their way out, but once he found you he was stuck. Glued to you. Drawn to you. He couldn’t even say hi to your friends, his friends, he hurried over and grabbed onto the net separating the two of you, beckoning you closer. Stepping up to the ledge, grabbing onto his fingers that poked through the net, you smiled.

“Girlfriend,” he whispered, pressing his nose to the scratchy yarn.

Leaning into him, doing the same, your noses brushing, you whispered, “Boyfriend,” with a giggle.

“This is fucking crazy,” he said. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m so happy you’re here,” you said. “You made it.”

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“Remember to breathe,” you whispered. “You can do this.”

Sucking down a breath, he released it all too fast, whispering, “I love you,” before pressing his lips to yours, unafraid to let everyone in the stadium in on the secret you two have been keeping for two weeks now. A secret that you’d try to keep, that both of you wanted to keep, for yourselves, and yourselves only.

Though you knew, after this, #visla would be trending faster than anything.

home;run masterlist | talk to me | ao3

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[hardcore-gaming-101]

MLB Power Pros / MLB Power Pros 2008

Tucked away in a montage of releases during the February 2023 Nintendo Direct was the announcement of WBSC eBaseball: Power Pros. Little would give any indication it’s a long-running Konami franchise without familiarity of the brand. Despite the game itself being a modest offering at 99 cents and features mainly geared towards online gaming, it was a reason to celebrate for some beyond Konami selling basic merchandise at their American store. To understand why requires going back to 2007 when the uniquely Japanese franchise came to America for a short while.

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[spade-riddles]

So I was thinking about 🎃 and the riddle that suggested Taylor stepped up to stunt this time to spare Karlie. "Not her, take me instead." I think this Travis Kelce stunt is what Taylor agreed to do, but I couldn't figure out how the NFL played into it, or why Karlie might have been pushed to stunt to promote them. Karlie's stunt buddy has no connection to the NFL, right?

Right?

It took a while to find. (Hilariously, most of the responses for his name and "NFL" are those shots of him and Karlie "playing ball" on the street, where Josh isn't exactly beating the accusations, if you know what I mean.) But when I switched to "Thrive Capital", I found this.

https://www.gunder.com/news/thrive-capital-co-leads-fanatics-350m-series-e/

"Gunderson Dettmer represented Thrive Capital in its co-lead investment of Fanatics, a multi-channel sports merchandise retailer, in its $350 million Series E financing. Thrive Capital was joined by Fidelity Management, Franklin Templeton Investments and Neuberger Berman Group. Fanatics is now valued at approximately $6.2 billion.

Forbes reported that the financing “is expected to help accelerate Fanatics’ rights acquisition strategy and spur further M&A activity. Fanatics already has deals with the NFL, MLB, the NBA, the NHL, MLS, Nascar and European soccer clubs, as well as more than 300 individual teams.”

This was 2020.

Explains why Karlie is always being dragged to NBA games with him and promoting her fantasy football league, and why Taylor is being so over the top in making sure we understand promoting sports merch is a big part of this deal.

I wonder what they wanted Karlie to do, that Taylor seemingly felt this was the better option?

Interesting 🤔 Good research!

[overnightoverthinking]

Sports is a community.

Hello everyone.

I do quite like sports. I love a few of them. Specifically baseball but also hockey. I am a pretty basic fan of football. I very lightly follow sports like basketball and soccer. Sports aside from that... I mean I'll watch them but in an extremely passive way.

Now that you know that I like sports.

I am currently working on a goal: To visit every MLB stadium in the country. Remember when I said specifically baseball? I love baseball. Obviously I have my favorite teams (The Mets being number one. Cleveland Guardians, Baltimore Orioles, Seattle Mariners, Cincinnati Reds, Detroit Tigers...) but what I'm finding out more and more is that when I go to a stadium... I can't help but be a fan of that team.

It's like going to a specific community/sub-section's place of power. Yes, people are very excited about whatever team is there. There will be signs, merchandise, and more themed around it. But aside from some people who are more toxic (There are always a few when communities get that big) there are always mostly people who just love the game.

When I'm sat at a game I'm usually sat around a pretty nice melting pot of people: Hardcore fans, people who are fans but aren't at the fully hardcore level, new fans, and people who were brought there but aren't "fans", per se. Everything in-between as well. But that doesn't matter when it comes to a good play or especially if the home team wins. In that celebration everyone comes together. (Ideally) there is no gate-keeping and even if it's just for a few minutes everyone is unified.

Sports "divides" us only in the sense that we literally will root for different teams sometimes. But at the end of the day most of us will still be able to bond over a love of the sport.

Okay before I go further, a trigger warning.

TW: Death, DUI, mourning/tragedy.

Remember too that I love hockey. I grew up a New York Islanders fan... then later in life I became a fan of the Seattle Kraken and the Buffalo Sabres. Finally I became a Columbus Blue Jackets fan.

To those who may not be involved in sports, the hockey community recently suffered a tragic loss. Columbus Blue Jackets' forward Johnny Gaudreau and his brother and Boston College Hockey player Matty Gaudreau. They were killed by a drunk driver while they were riding their bikes. They were in town for their sister's wedding.

Over the past few days I've been to a couple of vigils. I've been to memorials at the hockey arena. Johnny was only on CBJ for 2 years. Coincidentally I've only been a fan of CBJ for around 2 years. But even with that I could tell how special Johnny was as a player and as a person.

One thing that made me a CBJ fan is the community. To that effect so many people came out the past few days. So many posts, articles, photos, and words of support were offered. It was a beautiful sense of group mourning and commiserating.

What I didn't expect was the sports outside of hockey to get as involved as they did. Of course so many hockey teams wrote and shared letters of condolences. But also multiple baseball teams in the area/surrounding/nearby states held moments of silence. The local soccer team, The Columbus Crew, who has a close tie with the Blue Jackets, shared a moment of silence as well. So many examples of not only of hockey support but sport support as a whole.

Sports can divid us in the sense that we may root for different teams. We may follow different sports. But when push comes to shove sports is a community and it can come together. And it can be somber but beautiful.

Take care everyone.

[orion-my-rion]

i am normal about the 2022 mlb x big league chew merchandise. ask me about the 2022 mlb x big league chew merchandise

[cheesyakumas]

Miraculous & Micotaku making adult sized clothing is my fav thing rn!!!!! These were gifted by them and bro they’re SO UNDERRATED

What do y’all think 👀

[stardustizuku]

The other reason why I hate MLB pertaining magical girls - it’s how it’s basically a perversion of Magical Girls

In the sense that, the only reason MLB is getting by, is its ability to sell merchandise.

It’s an open secret that Magical Girls are popular and get made just to sell the cute toys. But since the show has to be good to sell toys, it creates a situation ala My Little Pony where people actually try, even if ultimately it’s for a profit

But Miraculous Ladybug is capitalism concentrated.

It created a good 1st Season, enough for it to carry the weight of little kids asking their parents to buy them toys. Then it’s milked the toys and merchandise for all it’s worth, while ignoring the content it made it sell to begin - a Disney move in my opinion

[tatsports]

20 interesting facts about Shohei Ohtani

20 interesting facts about Shohei Ohtani (Part 2)

Are you a fan of Shohei Ohtani? If so, you’ll love this blog post! Here, we’ll discuss 20 interesting facts about Shohei Ohtani, the two-way baseball star from Japan. We’ll go over his background, his career achievements, and his impact on the game of baseball. We’ll also talk about why Ohtani is such an inspiring figure for so many fans. At the end of the post, we’ll provide tips on how you can get your hands on some of Ohtani’s official merchandise, so you can show your support for your favorite player. So if you’re a fan of Shohei Ohtani, or just curious to learn more about the two-way baseball star, read on!

10. Ohtani is a cultural icon in Japan and has a large following of fans both in his home country and around the world. He is seen as a role model for young athletes and is admired for his talent, work ethic, and sportsmanship.

11. Ohtani made his professional debut in Japan at the age of 18 in 2013.

12. He was the first player in Japanese baseball history to win the Pacific League MVP award as both a pitcher and a designated hitter in the same season (2016).

13. Ohtani signed with the Los Angeles Angels in December 2017, after being courted by many MLB teams. He reportedly chose the Angels because they were willing to allow him to continue to play both as a pitcher and hitter.

14. Ohtani is known for his athleticism and has been clocked running from home plate to first base in under 4 seconds, which is considered extremely fast for a baseball player.

15. In addition to his impressive baseball skills, Ohtani is also fluent in English and Spanish, which has helped him communicate with his teammates and coaches in the United States.

16. Ohtani has set several records in his career, including being the first player in MLB history to start a game as a pitcher, hit in the top half of the lineup, and hit a home run in the same game.

17. Ohtani has a strong work ethic and is known for his intense training regimen. He reportedly practices hitting, pitching, and fielding every day, and spends hours in the weight room to maintain his strength and conditioning.

18. Ohtani has a close relationship with his family and often cites them as a source of inspiration and support. His father played baseball in Japan and his mother was a competitive badminton player.

19. Ohtani is a philanthropist and has been involved in several charitable initiatives, including donating money to support earthquake relief efforts in his home country of Japan.

20. Ohtani is still a relatively young player and is considered one of the most exciting talents in baseball. Many experts believe that he has the potential to become one of the greatest players of all time.

In conclusion, Shohei Ohtani is one of the most fascinating players in Major League Baseball today. His ability to pitch and hit at an elite level make him one of the most unique players in the MLB. He has been the only player to ever win both the Rookie of the Year and MVP awards in the same season. His success has been driven by his immense dedication to his craft and his willingness to take on a two-way role. Through his impressive feats, he has taught us that anything is possible with hard work and dedication.

Learn more about Shohei Ohtani: https://tatsports.us/shohei-ohtani/

[sleepingwiththegods]

Amanda’s Mull has a good piece on how the MLB contracted with NIKE.

have you guys who arent into sports heard about the new baseball uniforms controversy. its bad

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Juan Soto Mets Shirt

Juan Soto Mets Shirt

Juan Soto Mets Shirt

If you're looking to get your hands on a Juan Soto Mets shirt, you're in luck! There are plenty of online retailers and official MLB stores that offer a wide selection of Mets merchandise, including shirts featuring Juan Soto. You can also check out local sports shops or visit the stadium during game days to browse through the latest Mets apparel. Looking for a stylish way to show your support for the New York Mets? Check out our ultimate guide to Juan Soto Mets T-shirt and take your game day attire to the next level!