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You’re killing me, Smalls…: Adley Rutschman goes undercover brother in New York City

Not since Ian Levy became a hipster fan of this team have I found the Baltimore Orioles so got dam fascinating. I’m gonna be totally honest, I kind of got turned off by the whole Cal Ripken Jr. charade of is he still good? that 1000 percent inspired the New York Giants panderfest of Eli Manning. I hate pandering almost as much as New Yorkers not recognizing Adley Rutschman…

I don’t what’s better, his hair or his play, because they’re both so spectacular. You’re pretty great, too. I’m only saying this to entice you to click around a bit and stay a little bit longer so I don’t get canceled like Rafael Palmeiro… The only goal with this article about nothing is for it to become the written version of Seinfeld so that I can go to New York and meet Rutschman at the MLB store.

I do realize we have a New York office somewhere in the land of the passerby uniformed. If I saw Rutschman, I’d give him the knucks and say Go Beavs! because I know he’s bout that, too. One day, New Yorkers are going to care about Rutschman like they did with Mike Mussina when I was growing up. Moose’s knuckle-curve was absolutely filthy, like the bottom of a rusted crab boil vat.

The only Gunnar jersey worth having is the one whose mom sleeps with Mike Gundy, sometimes.

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