#rotating sandwich mood board

[galaxywarp]

[kingfinfat]

please anything but that post!!!

[docchloroplast]

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

Rotating Sandwich Mood Board

[celesticalcryptids]

TO MY BELOVED MUTUALS YOU ARE KILLING MY TUMBLR WITH THE ROTATING SANDWICH MOOD BOARD REPLOGS

IT LAGS SO BAD

I'M IN SANDWICH HELL

[junthepanda]

I'm so sad rotating sandwich mood board breaks Tumblr mobile on my phone as it tries to load all the gifs before crashing 😞

[mood2you]

(ID : My dashboard. Post reblogged by @guu from pikaz 46 minutes ago, OP memorycycle "can we pretend this whole site is r/hotdogs for a copuple minutes?" With addition by fullmetalwindbreaker "I could really use a wish right now" the next post is reblogged by @creyfish-creyzy 46 minutes ago, OP is fleshmonger, it's titled "rotating sandwich mood board" and has 3 sandwiches cut off by my screenshot, end ID.) but it's a long post with lots of types of sandwiches

Dash did a thing

[thatsadguymochi]

ROTATING SANDWICH MOOD BOARD KEEPS CRASHING MY TUMBLR PLEASE HAVE MERCY

[gogeorgettes]

Get Garden Fresh Salads at Georgette’s Lunch Cafe in Maumee

Looking for a relaxing atmosphere and a welcoming place to grab a quick bite? Stop by and see Tiffany and her amazing team at Georgette’s Grounds & Gifts, which is one of the best lunch cafes in Maumee, Ohio. As an intrinsic part of Sunshine Communities, we value the customer experience and strive for satisfaction with healthy foods, drinks and remarkable coffee at our Maumee bakery.

For those wanting to indulge in fresh fare that’s locally sourced and healthy, come and check out our large selection of garden salads. And if you don’t see one that tempts your taste buds, we are more than happy to customize items from our menu or whip you up a fully customized salad that will knock your socks off!

Here’s a Taste of Georgette’s Salad Selection

We are always brewing something new at Georgette’s lunch cafe in Maumee—and not just sumptuous locally made coffees and nutritious smoothies. In addition to over a dozen varieties of salad, our menu board with sandwich specials, soups, salads and drinks of the day rotate each day, so there’s no telling what might be featured on your next visit.

Our Chipotle Chicken Club Salad is an excellent choice for those who love a bit of spiciness. Fresh greens are topped with juicy chicken strips, tomatoes, red onions, bacon and co-jack cheese, so it’s a good lunchtime energy booster without leaving diners feeling stuffed. Another top seller is the Sweet Georgette Salad that’s topped off with healthy additions such as Craisins, walnuts, apple slices, and shredded asiago cheese.

Spinach aficionados often go for the Cranberry Pecan Salad with dried cranberries, chopped pecans, mandarin orange slices and feta cheese. Another solid seller is our Greek Feta Chicken Salad that features mixed greens and traditional Mediterranean toppings including green and banana peppers, olives, tomatoes, and onions tossed in Greek dressing.

The Cherry Feta Salad at Georgette’s has a generous portion of spring mixed greens along with dried cherries, walnuts, feta cheese, and chicken can be added atop this or any of our other salads for under $2! Those in the mood for something more traditional might lean towards the Farmers Market Salad (our twist on the standard chef's salad) or the Garden Path Salad that’s piled high with green peppers, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes and olives.

Seasonal Salads & Specialty Soups

Seasonally, we serve a mouth-watering Caprese Salad that’s loaded with fresh mozzarella and tomato, sprinkled with basil and then drizzled with our homemade vinaigrette dressing. Perfect for summer, try our ultra-healthy Strawberry Spinach Salad that has a spinach base and then topped with fresh strawberries, almonds, bacon and asiago cheese.

Create your own duo with a pick-two combo with a half sandwich, a cup of soup and a half salad to add variety to your lunch break. Among our bestselling soups are a smooth and creamy butternut squash bisque, stuffed green pepper, herb tomato, and our made-from-scratch chicken noodle soup. And remember, if you don’t see a menu item that’s absolutely perfect for you, the staff here will happily customize your order!

Eat Light & Gear Up for spring with Salads at Georgette’s

Spring has sprung, and summer is right around the corner. What better time to eat a bit lighter and healthier while supporting a local treasure? Once you dine here, you’ll want to return—and don’t be surprised if your face and name are quickly remembered by the friendly staff. Become a part of our family at Georgette’s Grounds & Gifts for fresh breakfast items, sandwiches, soups, salads, smoothies and the best coffee and bakery goods in Maumee!

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[maxwelldotexe]

rotating sandwich mood board crashed my phone 😔

[tomboiny1]

Are gyros/donner kebabs really sandwiches? You see them on the rotating sandwich mood board and I say how fucking dare they be there. If anything, they're Mediterranean tacos and would ever dare to call a tacos a sandwich? No.I didn't fucking think so. So why the heck would you classify those as sandwiches? Pita is just a fat fluffier tortilla...Think about it.

[emosyzoth]

Can you guys stop reblogging rotating sandwich mood board I'm literally so hungry right now

[poohnotpiku]

Chapter 6 : Pooh & Books

Books play a very important role in my life. For me, Books are the Key to a door. A door not meant to escape reality, but to move in and out between reality and the other world. When I open a book, it feels like opening a door to an unknown mysterious place. With some books I am left standing on the threshold and confused, while some, throw me tumbling down into a deep tunnel and landing with a thump on the other side.

Being an overly introvert through childhood and teenage years, conscious about being overweight, Books have been my support-system, my best friends. Till this date, when I am in a bad mood or worried about things which are beyond my control, I reach out to my Books, and they do not disappoint me 😊

If you ask any relative of mine, how do they remember Pooh from years back….They all will answer the same…”She was always engrossed in her books..”… I have devoured my academic books as much as any other fictional books…My love for academic books is now a past thing…I now literally have nightmares where either I have not prepared for an exam or I have prepared for the wrong subject….These dreams wake me up with a start and I send up prayer of thanks to God, that I do not have to appear for any Maths or Physics or Chemistry exams....ROFL…..But, I cannot forget this old love of mine and what it did for me….Imagine a scene in a thriller movie, where a murderer is hunting down the protagonist with an axe, she would just rush into a cupboard and hide herself there and hoping that the sicko would not find her….Similarly, my Books were my cupboard to hide into from the ‘murderous’ society…yeahhh…I am talking about those days when Indian people had not heard about #bodyshaming. Anyways….past is past….Now I body-shame myself more than others…I am over-compensating 😊

My affair with non-academic books started somewhere around in 1996. I was in standard VI and our English teacher, Mrs.Meenakshi Chatterjee, started a book club for us. We all had to pitch in 1-2 books from our pockets and then these books were rotated amongst the entire batch on a weekly basis. Me, being from a Punjabi family where ‘eating’ was the highest priority, had no personal book of mine except the school text books. And if Meenakshi Mam had asked for something, Pooh could not ignore (She is my favourite teacher since 1995…I love you Mam, always!!). So, I went back home and asked my Mom to buy me some books for this book-club. I clearly remember our trip to College Street (book-hub of Kolkata) and we purchased 2 books i.e. a Famous Five and a Secret Seven, both by the great Ms.Enid Blyton. And from there started my passion to read books. Within next 2-3 years, I had read all the Enid Blytons in our school library. I recently opened my book-shelf and found my old Famous Five (Five go off to camp) and could not resist to read it all over again. In fact, 2 years back I specifically purchased a new Famous Five book, just to relish that world! I somehow love reading about bacon sandwiches and Gingerbeer! Alas, when I tasted Gingerbeer, just a few years back, I did not like the taste at all!!! And me being a pure-vegetarian, can just imagine the taste of ‘bacon sandwiches’ LOL

By the time I reached standard IX, my latest addiction was Nancy Drew (by Ms.Carolyn Keene)…I was so addicted, that I read almost 20+ Nancy Drews in our school library, within a year! How I can still visualize me being lost in Nancy’s mysteries and thrillers!

Then there came a gap of few months when I had to return to my first love, Academics! Board exams (standard X) were scarier even in those days and Pooh toiled away, while Nancy and Famous Five were locked away. We had this 1.5months break after our board exams….What did other students do then? I think mostly all started preparing for Engineering/Medical entrance exams, which they would be taking in 2years time or so….but what did Pooh do? Before I go there, you need to know one thing about me…I do not plan for future….I never know what step I would take next, until I have lifted my leg…It’s not that I am a carefree person…it’s just that I have always been lost between reality and other world and I never am able to put full focus on the reality! Coming back to the summer-break, I was wondering around in my granny’s place and found a bookshelf…a bookshelf with similar sized books, say 20-25 in number….stacked away cleanly….I pulled out one book…’The Raintree Valley’….Mills & Boon (M&B) Publications….AND then and there….my life changed forever!! I had uncovered my maasis (mom’s younger sisters) treasure trove of M&Bs….Now you can guess, in those 1.5 months where other fellow classmates were engrossed in PCM (Physics, Chemistry, Maths), Pooh was lost in the world of romance.. ROFL!!! May be this is why I never got into an IIT and never became a CEO or COO (though people think I had the potential)….but who cares…M&Bs ARE MY ESCAPE FROM REALITY….and they helped me to stay sane in my insane life…..I can proudly say that I have read more than 200 M&Bs in last 20 years or so…I have my personal collection of 150+ M&Bs :P In fact, I have a very peculiar taste when it comes to M&Bs…I like the old editions of 1970s/1980s…the authors and stories of that era had such feelings, very rarely I find such content in the recent published M&Bs….I and DeeDee have made uncountable trips to College Street and Gariahat book stalls and hunted for these second-hand old ones…#nostalgia…. I can go on and on and on about M&Bs....She-readers, if you haven’t yet read one, please do it right away…He-readers, I wish you guys could read such ‘chicklit’ & if you already do, I am so proud of you :D

Despite M&Bs influence, I somehow was able to clear the Engineering Entrance exams and did get into engineering….and here, my close friend from those days, Nandini….introduced me to the world of Harry Potter….I KNOWWWW….you guys might be thinking how insane is this!!….Who gets to know Harry when they are exiting their teenage?? Harry enters your life when you are a kid!!! But, as you know, I am special….so for me things happened in reverse…First M&Bs and then Harry Potter :P Anyways, I got addicted to Harry in my engineering days and I remember saving money to buy the last part of Harry Potter series. Me and DeeDee did an advance booking for it, and I read the entire book on the very first day it was released in India…I remember crying away in the night while reading Dobby’s death-scene ☹

During college days, I decided that whenever I would start earning, I will ensure to buy books….And I have kept that promise to myself till date…There were times, when every month, after the salary day…Me, DeeDee & Sonu would make a trip to Crosswords (bookstore) and buy a book. I have this tradition that on the front page of any of our books, we would write all 3 of our names and the date when it was purchased. I do this with the hope that few generations down the line, when someone opens our books, they would remember us and the era we are in ….

I hope to have a library of my own one day…I keep a very diligent track of all my books….In fact Sonu had lent 3 of MY books to one of his friends and then left the city. I pestered Sonu for weeks until his friend came home and returned my books. Sonu : “it’s just a matter of few hundred bucks…why can’t you forget it?...let me pay you the money owed for those books and you buy them again…”…..Then I had to give gyaan to him that it is not about money…It is about feelings…each of my book has a special place in my heart…I need MY books back to me, not a new replaced one! Similar incident happened with DeeDee….one day she says that she will come and take some books to place in the bookshelf in her new house….I was like NO WAYSSS….forget it….these are my books….they will go to you or Sonu as part of my will, post my death….until then, they stay with me…. LOL...By the way, after 2-3 days, DeeDee started receiving online deliveries of new Books for her collection from her insane Pooh…..She loved the gesture and then asked for some of MY Bookmarks !!!!!! Yeahhh…I have a fetish to collect Bookmarks…I like to collect different kinds…I never use them though…I use the old ‘Himalaya Opticals’ ones (we got 10-15 of them during some promotion!!)….but not the others….So I offered DeeDee few of the ‘Himalaya Opticals’ ones…ROFL….

Back to Pooh & Books….I have a varied collection of books, courtesy different choices of Pooh, DeeDee & Sonu. Some examples below:

Pooh’s Choice :  Authors like Dan Brown, Sydney Sheldon, J.K. Rowling, Sophie Kinsella, Amish, Ravi Subramanian, Khaled Hosseini, Danielle Steele etc

DeeDee’s Choice : Twilight, Fifty Shades, Me before you, etc (LOL)

Sonu’s Choice : India after Gandhi, Sapiens, The Big Short, Mein Kampf, etc (ahem ahem)

DeeDee & Sonu know what they NEED to gift me on my birthdays i.e. BOOKS….I love Books as gifts….I love receiving them, I love giving them…Problem about gifting books is, I end up wanting  the same books for my collection too…There have been a couple of incidents when I purchased 2 sets of same books…one set for gifting, another for myself :D…There have been many birthday-gift books given by me to DeeDee, which she has not read but I ended up reading them myself :P I remember my ex-colleague, Sandeep, giving me an Amish book as a parting-gift, since he was shifting to another company/city….I had literally jumped with excitement…Why? Coz it was my 100th book (yeah I keep a count of my books)….I remember him feeling so pleased when I made him pen-down a message in the front-page of that book!

My current favorite authors are two Strong Indian Women…First is Mrs.Sudha Murthy….I adore and respect Mrs.Murthy…She is an Inspiration and I feel so humbled and inspired by just listening to her speeches. When I was reading ‘3000 stitches’, I was not reading but was listening to Sudha ji’s voice speaking into my ears….I absolutely loved the book….

Second current favorite of mine is Mrs.Twinkle Khanna….I Loveeeeeee Mrs.Funnybones…I see so much of me in the way she thinks….I think Mrs.Funnybones was the inspiration which got me into writing #poohnotpiku blogs…Thank you Mam!!

May Pooh and her relationship with Books keep flourishing….I hope, now you guys know the way to Pooh’s heart!! Until next time, Ciao!!

[lovelyirony]

listen all i want from life is avengers being a family so here are some moments that i have thought about extensively

-natasha will steal all of the blankets because she gets cold but also likes seeing thor whine about her being a blanket thief

-bruce can cook but is mostly too lazy to so for the first few nights that he’s on rotation he makes simple sandwiches, salads, and easy foods and the team finds out that he can cook a five-course meal 

-tony is really easily flustered??? like really easily. clint compliments his sense of style bc he’s wearing a very nice tailored suit and it’s a genuine compliment so tony makes an awkward sound, says “thanks”, and runs away 

-thor loves hugs and gives the best 

-they make homemade Christmas decorations!!! none of them had a regular home life and steve wants to make potpourri or something so they do!!!

-clint blasts mariah carey on December 1st and no one can stop him

-they have slidey socks so they can dance adn slide on the floors and it’s the best thing EVER

-steve refuses to tell someone when he’s having a bad day bc he thinks that he’s fine but he’s not so the team will give him affection throughout the day and watch closely after a particularly hard mission

-they have board game nights!!! 

-watching drunk history is a common thing don’t tell me it’s not

-thor enjoys travels and so when they have a mission in a different country they make sure that thor gets to learn about it and what’s changed

-they’re no longer allowing thor to bring home friends from distant planets the grandmaster is deeply unsettling

-tony and steve are the Parents of the Family and u have to listen to them

-steve can and will sing along to songs from the Sound of Music and it’s ADORABLE

-bruce, however, knows showtunes as well and can sing “King of New York” from Newsies if u get him in a good enough Mood, This is Science

-natasha and clint have control over the TV and their netflix account so this is how the avengers all become obsessed with watching Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries 

-tony can sing quite well but hates doing it 

-they all have different taste in pizza but bruce is the worst bc he traveled to brazil and likes the pizza and...oh no

-after a rough night sometimes clint will listen to thor talk about asgard and the fun stories 

-they all cry together they’re family

-natasha and tony venture out to be stupid tourists and try everything in New York

-steve and clint try to convince tony about conspiracy theories only to find out that tony has insider knowledge about the denver airport

-natasha loves documentaries 

-thor loves ordering things online and often buys the stupidest things for bruce bc bruce only wears button-downs and sweaters and “u have nice arms, bruce, show ‘em off” 

-bruce has one (1) tanktop and it’s glorious 

-THE AVENGERS HAVE PICNICS

-i love them

[junker-town]

When MLB’s best team also blew a 12-run lead

Here’s what it was like to watch one of baseball’s biggest comebacks ... from the wrong side

I am a Mariners fan, which has led to many bad sports nights. The worst began with Dave Burba slopping what I can only assume was his take on a cut fastball a few inches off the plate away. Ichiro was at bat, Mark McLemore on deck, the twilight was falling on a beautiful Ohio evening, and the Cleveland Indians were hosting the 80-31 Seattle Mariners.

I’d never seen the Mariners on television before. I moved to Seattle when I was 10 and was a boring enough child to fall in love with baseball after my first visit to the Kingdome. Thanks to the vagaries of cable, however, I had to follow my team via radio and once-yearly excursions to the ballpark. That’s not necessarily a bad thing when you have Dave Neihaus guiding you through your favorite team’s golden age*, but it did leave me starved for non-aural baseball.

*As it turns out, 1995-2003 was also the Mariners’ only non-fecal age.

So starved, in fact, every time Seattle made it to a national broadcast, I would try to watch. And every time, for literally years, I’d get notified that, so sorry, your game has been blacked out. Until, suddenly, on Aug. 5, 2001, it worked. I was baffled by this turn of events, of course, but decided to take it as a note of benevolence from a higher power, and settled in to watch.

Pitch number two was in more or less the same place as Burba’s first offering. Three was an 84-mph fastball down the middle that Ichiro apparently thought would be too embarrassing to hit, a decision which cost him when he was called out on strikes a few pitches later. So far so bad, a younger, more innocent me must have thought.

The 2001 Indians were a good team and could pitch. A little bit. Bartolo Colon was in his intimidating pomp, and the arrival of rookie left-hander C.C. Sabathia helped give their rotation a one-two punch which was entirely irrelevant when Burba (or anyone else — Cleveland essentially ran a AAA rotation beyond the big two) was on the mound. At his best, Burba was slightly better than pure filler, but at 34 he was no longer at his best, and he was going up against a Mariners team that was set to absolutely torch him. Now he was up against Mark McLemore, who struck out too. Then Edgar Martinez chopped out to third.

If you follow baseball, you’re probably aware of this game, at least tangentially. And therefore you’re aware that this was something more disastrous than what was threatened in the top of the first: a mediocre pitcher chewing his way through a very good lineup. That’s a bad day, but not a traumatic one. Four batters into the game, when Kenny Lofton cracked a ground ball single back through the box, and hard, I feared a bad day. How disappointing it would be to have my first televised Mariners experience be a frustrating loss!

Aaron Sele wriggled his way out of the bottom of the first, which gives me a good opportunity to drop in this still from a between-innings commercial:

I think Pontiac would have been proud of how they’ve shaped modern society.

The Mariners scored four times in the top of the second. Two ill-considered dives produced a pair of hustle doubles, sandwiched around a Mike Cameron blast which bounced off the wall but would have gone about 20 rows deep if he’d been hitting the 2019 baseball. Ichiro then plated a pair with a delicate lob to left. Seattle was rolling, and I was happy.

I was still happier after the third. That inning went something like this:

Single Single Single Double Single Single Hit By Pitch Sacrifice Fly Walk Error Single Strikeout Lineout

It was worth eight runs and took the score to 12-0. No baseball team in 75 years had come back from a 12-run deficit. The Indians, who’d already been beaten twice at home by Seattle that weekend and were starting to look in trouble in the AL Central race, were staring at a blowout. No baseball team in 75 years had come back from a 12-run deficit.

Then one did. This game is in the record books as the greatest comeback of all time, the one in which Cleveland clawed their way back from a ludicrous deficit to win the game in extras. Blowing a 12-run lead over any length of time is difficult enough, but the sheer scope of the Mariners’ collapse is extraordinary. The teams each scored two runs in the middle innings, leaving the score at 14-2 during the seventh-inning stretch. The Indians had to compress history (and, for me, misery) into three innings.

They did so without the heart of their fearsome batting order. By the time the comeback began, both lineups had seen a slew of changes. Ichiro, Martinez, and Olerud were on the bench, as were Alomar, Juan Gonzalez, and Ellis Burks. The only really dangerous bats left available to either team were Jim Thome and Bret Boone, and the latter had been given the day off anyway. Despite the two clubs sending seven hitters to the 2001 MLB All-Star game, only Mike Cameron played the full 11 innings of what was to prove one of the most memorable games of the decade.

Anyway. By the middle of the seventh, I was in a pretty good mood. I was getting to watch (not listen!) to one of the greatest teams of all time kick the ever-loving shit out of some pretty capable opposition, and although it was a little annoying that most of the big bats were out of the game, all the Mariners needed to do to ensure my evening finished happily was not blow a 12-run lead.

AN ASIDE: Whatever happened to this dude? Did we lose him during our difficult transition to being a civilization of Mango Freaks?

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Through six innings, Sele had given up six hits, a walk, and two runs. Russell Branyan, on for Burks, greeted him with a screaming line drive into the right centre field seats. 14-3. The comeback was on. Only, it didn’t really look it. Two batters later and the Indians needed 11 runs to tie the game, and had seven outs to do it. Solo home runs weren’t going to do it.

If we had to pick a turning point, the plate appearance which made all that followed possible, it might be Lofton’s walk. With two outs, Einar Diaz smacked a two-hopper up the middle and well out of Carlos Guillen’s reach, but Sele was still cruising and quickly got Lofton 0-2 thanks to a generous called strike and a foul ball. One more strike would have sent the Indians into the eighth inning in an (even more) impossible hole. Sele threw exactly zero more strikes.

Lofton took four straight fastballs away. None of them were close. Omar Vizquel followed that up with a four-pitch walk, and suddenly Sele, who averaged just 2.1 walks per nine innings for the entire 2001 season, had walked the bases loaded. The clouds were gathering. Lou Piniella seeded them further by going to blowout specialist John Halama.

Halama, part of the return for Randy Johnson in 1998, was a terrible pitcher, AAA no-hitter aside. He somehow logged 110 innings for the 2001 Mariners, which is remarkable considering he didn’t strike anyone out and got absolutely blitzed by opposing hitters. The ‘01 Mariners had one of the strongest bullpens ever assembled, headlined by Kazuhiro Sasaki, Arthur Rhodes, and Jeff Nelson. Even the best bullpens, however, have their fair share of dreck. With an 11-run cushion and someone named Jolbert Cabrera at the plate, dreck should have been fine.

It was not fine. Cabrera took a big swing on a changeup away, and yanked the ball into left. That fooled Martin, who froze, took a step backwards and then charged in, allowing the ball to drop a step or two in front of him. Two runs would score, and the seventh inning ultimately ended, 14-5.

The Mariners’ bats seem to have considered their job done. After the fifth, they went a combined 3-18, with three singles. Having scored 14 runs in that early blitz, they quite reasonably went into cruise control. They’d never come back out.

Meanwhile, the Indians were treating Halama like a piñata. Thome, whose two-run home run in the fourth got Cleveland on the board, flipped a 2-1 “fastball” into the left field corner for another homer. 14-6. Marty Cordova joined him in the home run parade after a Branyan hit-by-pitch — 14-8. Suddenly the game was within reach, and after a pair of singles Halama was done. Norm Charlton was called in from the pen.

Charlton wasn’t one of the big three Mariners relievers, but he wasn’t bad either, and Piniella would have been expecting him to hold down a six-run lead even in a tricky spot. He probably should have, too. Vizquel was jammed on a 95-mph fastball away, but he somehow kept it fair and the ball looped down the left field line for a double and a 14-9 score. The Mariners then got a break in this breakless of games — Lofton misread a ball which bounced off Tom Lampkin’s right leg and was thrown out trying to score, which allowed Charlton to escape to the ninth with a five-run lead.

I didn’t yet know to be nervous. Eighteen years ago, the Seattle Mariners were not the Seattle Mariners™. They had not yet become the unbridled force for misery which has shaped the way I look at sports. Their playoff drought was zero years. They had reached the ALCS in 2000, they would again in 2001. They were phenomenal, and I expected them to win more or less whenever they played, whatever the situation. And when they lost ... well, that happened. I suppose. Infrequently.

Ed Taubensee led off the bottom of the ninth with a single. With Thome and Branyan next up, the situation looked perilous, but Charlton made quick work of them. Two outs, down five, and a runner on first? That should have been game over. Then the wheels really came off.

I hadn’t watched this inning since I saw the calamity unfold live, but it’s seared into my memory regardless. Cordova absolutely crushed a pitch off the left-field wall to knock Charlton out of the game. Nelson was summoned. He got Wil Cordero to 3-2, then struck him out looking on a wicked slider:

Well, he should have struck him out with that slider. Instead was called ball four. Missed calls have been more egregious, of course, but this one had a profound effect on my young psyche, for six pitches later Nelson himself was knocked out of the game by a line drive into left off Diaz’s bat — 14-11. Suddenly it was a save situation, and it was clear to teenage me that something had gone terribly wrong.

I was ‘watching’ with my hands over my eyes as Lofton scooched a single past David Bell to bring up the go-ahead run in Vizquel. Not a soul in Jacobs Field was sitting down. This was it. Sasaki started Vizquel off with a splitter that he swung over for strike one. A second splitter followed, well out of the zone. The battle would end up lasting some time.

Baseball is a sport devoted to tension. Stress is the soul of the game and has been since the foul-ball rules were finalized. In a sport with a clock, key moments are just that: moments. They come, they go, they are finished with and done in a flash. Baseball stretches its moments and its fans to a breaking point. I am reliably informed that during Vizquel’s at-bat I was having what looked like a small seizure. All I really remember is the creeping horror, every pitch promising redemption or catastrophe but only serving to prolong the moment and ratchet up the stress.

Sasaki’s fifth pitch to Vizquel was a 91-mph fastball down the middle and at the knees, called a ball for reasons I suspect are related to the will of some malevolent deity. Pitch six was just about fouled off, an emergency swing sending a splitter trickling off behind home plate. Pitch seven was popped into the stands on the third base side. And then pitch eight was guided by the despotic hand of fate onto the label of Vizquel’s bat.

The subsequent weak grounder was perfectly placed, right down the first base line. Ed Sprague was a) playing in and b) not John Olerud, so his desperate dive ended in failure. Lofton was 34, and not as fast as he once was, but the ball was so well-placed — and the Mariners’ defense so thoroughly depleted — that he scored from first with 40 feet to spare. 14-14. Tie game.

For some reason I watched to the bitter end, even though extra innings were essentially and entirely denouement. Cleveland had already won the game by drawing level, and the Mariners had already lost it by blowing the biggest lead in MLB history. Cabrera’s walk-off single in the bottom of the 11th marked only the final blow in a disaster that had already unfolded.

Eighteen years later, this still haunts me. Not like it did then, when it was merely a humiliation, a nationally televised scandal of a game in what was otherwise an enormously successful season. But now, with the Mariners mired in year after year of pain, when the organization considers mediocrity aspirational, it’s hard not to see this as a harbinger of the misery to come, an early visitation of the Mariners in their true colors.

Sometimes I wonder if the current incarnation of the team, the one slowly draining the hope out of my fandom since 2004, is somehow inhabited by the ghost of Aug. 5. It’s ridiculous, of course — a single game, record books or not, has no bearing whatsoever on the standings 18 years later.

But. Still. What if?

Correction: This article originally stated that no team in history had ever come back from a 12-run deficit. In fact, it had happened twice prior to 2001, most recently in 1925.

This article originally ran before Secret Base launched, but it’s a very us story, and we like to think it’s worth reading. So here it is again!

[xxreadersxx]

Clumsy Owl

I knew exactly who was in the middle of the swarm of student before I even saw them. Why?

“HEY HEY HEY!!” Came the signature call of the rowdy third year volleyball captain. The rest of the students in the hall all joked and laughed as they walked towards their respective classrooms.

‘Better move into my room then.’ I thought. There is no use waiting in the hall to see the boisterous man. I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway. Even if he’s tall, the other students around him are all jocks as well, so they’re too tall to see past. No matter, the volleyball team was having a practice match today, so I’ll see him then.

To say I had a crush was a pretty spot on assumption. Ever since I watched that volleyball game as a first year, I was hooked on the sport, or more specifically, the Fukurodani volleyball Ace, Bokuto Koutarou. I don’t think that I would’ve gotten addicted to the sport if I had never seen that incredibly powerful spike in person.

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Today was the same as any other day: The teacher had the same old monotonous voice, the students all ignored me, I couldn’t focus on the notes on the board, and the clock seemed to be broken. Then the bell signaling the end of the day rang.

Jumping up, I tried to pack up and leave the room without being stopped by the teacher. Too bad that plan didn’t quite work out.

“(L/N)-san, could you take these papers to my desk in the teachers’ lounge?” He asked.

'No.’ I thought.

“Yes, teach!” I responded like a good student.

'Why me?’ I sighed inwardly. 'Now I’m going to miss the beginning of the match…great.’

To be completely honest, I would probably be the complete opposite of my fun-loving, incredibly popular, energetic crush. I’m always too quiet, I don’t have that many friends, and I would rather eat than play any kind of sport.

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Walking down the hall, papers in hand, the only thought on my mind was the approaching time restraint. Currently, the time is 15:20. The practice match starts in 10 minutes. I glance at the clock in on of the rooms.

'It’ll take me 2 minutes to get these to the teacher’s desk, and if I speed walk, I can make it to the gym just in time to watch the first serve!’

“Wha-wha-whaaat?!”

Just then, something that felt like a boulder hit my side full force, sending me straight to the floor, papers going everywhere.

“Ouch” I grimace at the pain in my tail bone. Looking up to see what hit me, my eyes locked on to big golden ones.

“Bo-Bokuto-san?!” My face began to radiate heat. This is the closest I have ever been to the ace, we were only about 10 inches from each other.

“Ugh! Uwaa… are you ok? … and wait you know me?” He asked standing up to offer me one hand, his eyes were shining at the prospect that someone he doesn’t know, knows him. I gladly accepted the hand and stood up.

“W-why are you here?! You’re going to be late aren’t you? The practice match starts in like 5 minutes!” I asked while hurriedly picking up the scattered papers. He looked at me rather confusedly, while he also picked up some papers.

“You know about the practice match? You watch?” He asked, pausing in his work to look at me dumbfounded.

“I-I mean, yeah, I like to watch it every now and then…” I responded picking up the last of the papers. I stood back up and faced him, not making eye contact of course. He was still staring at me.

“Here!” He said, thrusting the papers he had collected, in my face. “Sorry again!” After I got the papers from his hand, he started to run down the hall towards the gym, only to stop halfway down and turn around. “Be sure to watch today! I feel good today!!” He yelled while doing warm up jumps. I nodded silently and watched him turn and run away.

I had to run to the gym to get there in time for the first serve, but I’m glad I did, because Bokuto served first. And wow..It was fierce.

'He wasn’t lying…’ I thought watching him hit his 3rd spike. 'He is on fire today!’ The practice match ended without any 'Emo’ mode, and the ace hit about 60 percent of the point-earing spikes.

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To say Bokuto is acting weird, is an understatement. I used to only catch a glimpse of his monochromatic hair, but recently, whenever he’s nearby, his voice is almost a yell, and his head darts around like he’s looking for something. This strange behavior is then followed by his volleyball friends laughing at him. It is pretty amusing to see his head move like an owl, since it fits him so well.

I enter the lunch hall only to find Akaashi, the volleyball setter, glaring at me from his table. He always sits with Bokuto, but I’m not entirely sure it was his decision. I look away to get my lunch. As I turn around, I see my crush running over towards me.

I freeze, everyone is looking at him as he waves a hand and yells “PAPER GIRL!”

'P-paper girl?!’ I think. 'Me?! Why is he running over here?’ I start to move towards him slowly, but something comical happens. Right as Bokuto passes the last table, his foot gets caught on a kid’s schoolbag and he falls forward…right into me.

“Aaahh!” *bang* “…ouch” I say while trying to get up, or rather, I would if Bokuto wasn’t laying on top of me. The whole cafeteria went silent looking at the scene. Bokuto raised his head off my stomach. I giggle into my hand at the sight. The sandwich, that I was going to eat, was now smashed onto the poor man’s head. Bokuto’s face turned bright read as he scrambled to get off of me and stand up. I stood up after him and pulled the remnants of my lunch out of his hair. Bokuto apologizing the whole time. The more time I spend pulling out pieces, the redder and redder my face gets. The lunch hall returned to its noisy nature when I pulled the final piece out of the Ace’s hair. I looked at his face and smiled.

“There! Back to normal! Like it never happened!” I assured the man, who was now standing in silence, a blush across his face.

“Sorry! Thanks!” He said, fully recovering and running away, apparently he forgot what he wanted in the first place. I walk away to eat the lunch that survived the wreck. As I exit into the hall, I hear Bokuto one last time yell, “Akaaaaashi! You don’t have to be mean!” At least it sounds like he’s back to normal. Or so I thought.

After that incident, Bokuto became stranger still. Now instead of him getting loud and looking around when I’m around, he seems to get upset at his teammates and puts his head down.

'Maybe volleyball isn’t going well right now?’ I try to guess. I notice him down the hall, surrounded by the volleyball guys. 'Why does it look like their egging him on..?’ I look away, starting to walk down the hall towards the front gate.

“HEY HEY HEY! PAPER GIRL!” I hear, accompanied by loud running footsteps. I turn around to see the source of the yelling and see the Ace running towards me at full speed.

'Why does this feel like De Ja Vu?’ I think, turing 180 degrees to look right at him. As I finish my rotation, I notice that the man’s face has turned a deep red and his running falters. Just then, I look at the ground in front of him and notice a piece of paper someone had discarded.

'Oh..Oh no!’

“BOKUTO-SAN…Watch-” But I didn’t get to finish because his foot hit the paper and slid a few inches forward. His body carried the momentum right into mine. I tried as best as I could to catch the Ace, but he was just too heavy. I fell backwards, holding him under his arms.

“W-why does this happen every time?” I ask myself, looking up at the ceiling. I hear several people running towards the two of us, presumably the rest of the volleyball team. I look down at Bokuto, his face just happened to land right in the center of my chest. My face gets really hot and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Bokuto realizes his positioning and sits up fast. I sit up, too. Both of us still sitting on the floor, I try to lighten the awkward mood.

“Why is it that whenever I see you, I always end up on the floor?” I joke, lightly laughing. Bokuto chuckles looking down, a light blush on his cheeks. Just then the rest of the club cirlces around us. Bokuto looks up, directly into my eyes.

“Well…when I first met you, I guess you could say, I 'fell’ for you.” He said with a smile. I sat still. The rest of the team was just laughing and picking on the failed joke. Bokuto was yelling at his team to shut up.

'Did he…Did he just make a pun?’ Within a couple seconds I started laughing. Bokuto turned to look back at me. I covered my mouth as the laughter just rolled out.

“That- that was so corny!” I exclaim through my fingers, Bokuto and the others went silent. I stopped laughing and regained my composure. Looking back at Bokuto, I noticed that his face went red. Standing up, he offered me a hand and I took it. The hall was really quiet. Bokuto scratched the back of his head and looks away.

“So…sorry about running you over again.” He said smiling slightly. Noticing the awkward situation, Akaashi ushered the other volleyball players away, as they gave their Ace a thumbs up.

“No! It’s fine really!” I assure him, waving my hands in front of my body. He puts his hand down and faces me.

“Ive wanted to do this for a while now, but can we start over?” He asks, “Hello! I’m Bokuto Koutarou! Nice to meet you!” He says puffing his chest out and sticking out a hand for me to shake.

“(L/N)(F/N)…” I say quietly, shaking his hand. He repeats my name with a smile.

After that day, Bokuto makes a point to come talk to me every day. Sometimes with people, sometimes by himself. Although I am elated that he talks to me, he always does rather embarrassing things. The first time he introduced Akaashi to me, he hit Akaashi too hard on the back and caused a scene of smack talk back and forth. The next time he visited me, he accidently pushed my pencil case off my desk and I watched as he picked all 20 items off the floor, assuring me that I need not help. Another time, he yelled my name really loud in the lunch hall to call me over, and his team punched him. Every time it’s something different. I giggle at his antics.

Then one day, Bokuto didn’t come to see me, so I sneaked into the volleyball gym, only to see the Ace miss all of his spikes.

'Ah…so that what it was…’ Just then Bokuto made eye contact with me, and it was like I could hear a cord snap. The whole gym let out a collective sigh. 'Bokuto just entered…the dejected mode…’ This made sense. It had been a while since I’ve seen this side of him. He turned to his setter and mumbled something before running away out of the gym. I stood up.

'He never leaves the gym during practice! Something must be really wrong!’ I then noticed the rest of the volleyball team look over at me, they all let out a second sigh. 'Geh! I was supposed to be hiding!’

I watched as Akaashi walked over to me. I fidgeted with my uniform.

“Sorry to ask this but…” He started, I looked up and saw that he was looking towards the door Bokuto left from. “Could you go talk to him? Since you made him this way, please take responsibility.” He finished looking straight at me. I flinched.

“Y-yeah…sure…” I answered giving a little bow and jogging towards the door.

'Wait…how is it my fault?! I didn’t make him miss his spikes!’

It didn’t take me long to find 'Emo’ Bokuto, he was sitting outside the boys’ volleyball club room hugging his knees and resting his head on his arms. I walked up quietly and sat beside him. The only noise was the squawking of a bird in the distance and the occasional dinging of a baseball hitting a bat. I looked over at my crush. He hadn’t even flinched when I sat beside him, but I saw that his ears were slightly red.

“Hey…” I said quietly. When he didn’t answer, I continued. “Your serve form was impressive today!” I said cheerfully.

“It didn’t make it over the net, though…” He mumbled into his legs.

“u-umm I saw that your last test score was pretty good, you must be really smart, huh?” I said, trying to pick up his mood. He just grunted. This is going to be harder than I thought. I scooted over to sit on my knees in front of him. Laying my hands on his shoulders. I pushed him back so he looked at me. He gasped and I noticed that his face was as red as mine.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it?” I stated seriously. I stared into his wide eyes. He then shook off my hands and sighed, looking away.

“I'mlmm…” He mumbled something…was he even saying words?

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I’m lame!” He shouted with his eyes closed. “Every time I see you, I always look so dumb. You probably think I’m so stupid…” He finished with a puffy cheek pout. I looked at him in silence. He placed his head back down on his knees. I sat back and released a sigh.

“That’s all?” I asked looking up at the sky. Bokuto looked up.

“What do you mean 'That’s all’? It’s a big deal! No one wants to look bad infront of someone they li-” He slapped a hand over his mouth and looked away quickly. I snapped my head back down at the utterance of the last syllable.

'Does he like me? Can I take that as a confession?’ I was in shock, but I noticed how quickly Bokuto was deflating even more. I have to act fast.

“Sure. You have some pretty lame moments.” I said touching my chin. He looked at me like the world was ending. All color left his face. I continued quickly placing my hands on his knees, “But that’s one of the things I…I like…about you.” I released my grip on his knees and lowered them to my lap, looking down at them. Silence. After a few seconds I dared a glance up at his face. It was a mixture of surprise and awe. It looked quite funny. He was the first to speak.

“You..you like that about me?” He asked. I nodded.

“Then..then does that mean, you like other parts of me, too?” I nodded again. He stood up abruptly and picked me up. Holding me by my shoulders, he looked me dead in the eyes.

“I like things about you, too.” He said seriously…too seriously. I giggled, and he released his grip. Sliding his hands down my arms, he grabbed my hands and looked at them as he laced his fingers in between mine. I stopped giggling. I looked up, and immediately locked eyes with the owlish captain.

“(L/N)(F/N)…I..I like you!” He yelled the last part. I flinched at the sudden loudness. My face got even hotter than before. Looking down at our interlocking fingers, I gave a response.

“I like you, too…Bokuto Koutarou.”

Second of the Haikyuu!! x Reader stories. I don’t know why, but I LOVE Haikyuu…maybe even a little too much… heh. ANYWHO, Please don’t steal my work! I am taking requests and I am continuing to write so please message me if you have anything you want me to write! Be sure to check out my Wattpad if you like reading longer xreaders! https://www.wattpad.com/user/AngelicCuteness

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TCM Eats (and Drinks): Park

Park (Harvard Square)

It was a dark and stormy night… and we were hungry… hungry… for FOOD! After getting out of our Tuesday night swing dance class, we sought to guide our friends towards a restaurant that could provide late night nourishment as well as refreshment. Fortunately, we were successful in leading everyone to Park in Harvard Square. Dim (and it shows in our pics...), cozy, and warmly decorated, it ended up being a great choice for a meal (and some Magic: the Gathering) on a rainy night.

We ate:

Pork Schnitzel Sandwich

Crispy Chicken Sandwich

We drank:

Lucky Lucy

40 Knots & No Smoke

Matt’s Thoughts

I was a bit skeptical about going to Park. Boston seems to have a lot of mid-level upscale “fancy” bars that only are good at overcharging for food and cocktails that aren’t as fancy as they’re advertised to be. Regardless, I was hungry, and was told Park would be different, and decided to give the judgement of my friends the benefit of the doubt. Excellent choice, self.

I was concerned that park’s cocktails were a bit busy, and stuck with one that seemed simpler - the Lucky Lucy. It was definitely a bonus that it had Creme de Violette, and the gin, lemon, orange bitters, and orgeat promised to lift up the cocktail into something tart, floral, and refreshing. The cocktail lived up to my hopes, and I was glad I chose it. 

To be fair, Angela’s drink (a much more complex mixture) managed to do the thing that few cocktail places manage to do with an 8-ingredient cocktail - it blended the ingredients harmoniously into a perfectly balanced drink. Did the cocktail truly need all 8 of those things to accomplish that? Eh. I’m ok with not knowing.

Craving some protein, I chose the Pork Schnitzel sandwich, and couldn’t have been happier with it. Though the schnitzel was on the thick side, the pork was perfectly cooked - juicy, porky, tender, and excellently fried. The pretzel bun held up well to the weight of the sandwich (though it was a bit small, I wasn’t sad to get a few “only pork” bits of the schnitzel), and the toppings added astringency and sourness that cut through the rich pork. The fries that came with it were incredibly crispy shoestrings. Usually not my thing, either I was starving (hunger is the best sauce), or these were unusually good. In hindsight, I’d believe both. For the price, that was a remarkably well cooked and generous portion.

All in all, Park hit it out of the park. One small gripe is that for a larger group, they put us at a thin, long high-top (not the most comfortable), but we didn’t push for a regular table, so it’s unclear if one could have been arranged for us.

Angela’s Thoughts

Unlike Matt, I have historically had a very high opinion of Park, and went into our meal with high hopes. I think that Park is criminally underrated. I’ve been there for brunch, dinner, and drinks, and have enjoyed every experience. Their food and drinks are creative and practically always good; it makes for a great weeknight date spot or spontaneous weekend brunch spot (for some reason, it gets *super* rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights -- definitely not my scene). So, on a night when we needed good food and a nice cocktail, I suggested Park. It would definitely have space for our large group on a Tuesday evening, too (though it was reasonably crowded)!

Park’s cocktail list is large, but many of the drinks on that list are mainstays. I was in the mood for something strange and smoky, so I chose the “40 Knots & No Smoke,” a drink made with Port, Cognac, Rum, Mezcal, Cava, and black tea. Sounds crazy and chaotic, right? It ended up being fantastic! It was complex, sweet, smooth, and definitely had a bit of smoke to it. It’s (unsurprisingly) hard to explain, but the end result was harmonious.

I also tried a bit of one of my friend’s drink, “The Regulator,” which had chai-infused tequila as its base liquor (and was my second choice on what to order). This was also a great drink, smooth and balanced with mellow spices. Another thing I like about Park is their “Tender’s Whim,” where they ask you what liquor and flavors you want in your drink, then they make you a custom cocktail! I’ve done it before, with one experience standing out as excellent, and another standing out as… not so excellent, and it’s dependent on the skill and patience of the bartender on any given night. Fortunately, it worked out for one of my friends on this most recent visit; he got a spicy, sweet and sour drink accented with grapefruit that was really delicious.

Matt and I were both drinking on an empty stomach, so we definitely wanted dinner as well. Park typically has rotating meal specials, such as their daily sandwich board. On that day, it was a crispy chicken sandwich on ciabatta with basil aioli and pepper jelly. When I asked our server about the sandwich board, he mentioned that it was so good that he’d had it for dinner -- strong praise! And, he was absolutely right. It was a deliciously crispy fried chicken breast, and the basil aioli was herbaceous enough to cut through some of the greasiness. The pepper jelly was a nice, sweet accompaniment on the sandwich. Ciabatta was a good choice for the sandwich, since firmness of the roll held up very well against the oil, aioli, and jelly. The shoestring fries on the side were crispy and salty -- exactly how I like them. It was so good that I dug in before Matt could take a picture! It’s something that I could see myself ordering frequently, and I’m really sad that it was a special instead of a permanent sandwich on the menu.

Maybe it was because we were a little tired, soggy, and hungry, or maybe we just caught them on a great day, but Matt and I were both very impressed by our recent visit to Park. It’s the best experience I can remember having at Park, and I’ve been quite a bit in the past. For the price, it was an excellent meal; both the cocktails and the meals were well-executed and delicious. I’d recommend Park for a dinner date, late night drinks, or anything in between.

Overall:

Park is a welcome fixture in Harvard Square. It’s classy without being too expensive, it has a comfortable ambiance, and it has quality food and drink. The dim mood lighting and comfortable chairs make it a great dinner or drinks date, or for a larger outing with friends. Their food and drink menus are well-curated, and there don’t seem to be too many wrong choices. Try them out on a weekday night!

We give Park 4 eight-ingredient cocktails out of 5.