No Crying In Baseball Voxtopica

Josh Gibson finally gets his due as greatest hitter of all time, now let’s name the award after him. Stats from the Negro Leagues are finally integrated into the MLB stats and we see how opportunity affects counting stats vs rate stats. Winn and Volpe snap some streaks and in one case we end up with a DiMaggio sandwich. We lose more bfs to the IL –  Grissom is back out, Means and Wells are season-ending out. Patti is grateful Yoshinobu is holding his own and her closer is back. Joey Gallo is in line for dad power now that the secret is out. Although we cannot endorse flinging gloves into the stands, we do feel for Jorge Lopez. The NCAA baseball tournament is on, and we check in on our adopted D1 and DIII teams. We crosstrain with women’s hockey champions, and Celtics doing good  work.
We say, “Quite the pucker there,” “It  was condiment Friday. Put a cardigan over it and it’s dressy,” and “I can’t believe I couldn’t put 2 and 2 together and get 7.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.

We share important life lessons from the wide world of baseball, including, keep your popcorn close, watch the rebound, and tipping the bullpen cart driver is good karma. Patti risks killing streaks by bringing up CLE wins and Volpe hits. Former NCiB boyfriends give Pottymouth a chance to talk about her favorite play, stealing home. LaMonte Wade, Jr takes the upcoming Rickwood Field game honoring the Negro Leagues as a chance to talk representation right now. Are the Birmingham Southern Panthers the new America’s team? They will be competing in the College World Series representing a school that will no longer exist at that time. We cross-train with the Professional Women’s Hockey League, talk upgrades in Sacramento, and lament US WBC locations while low-key making travel plans.
We say, “Warmer cities are more problematic, generally,” “The first vegetarian you get, throw them my way, and “It’s a long, stupid story, so of course I’m going to go into  it.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.

In which we pin down math around catching foul balls, our medical thoughts of pregnancy vs belly button rings (congrats to Cole Tucker and Vanessa Hudgens BTW), and our astute observation that betting with an illegal bookie is illegal whether it’s on baseball or not. It’s in the name. Elly continues to exceed expectations, Vaughn does not but maybe if he eats a sandwich things will kick in. Alan Rickman and Adley Rutchsman combine for Patti’s favorite homerun call. We learn that it doesn’t matter if it’s just rosin and sweat, it just can’t be on the glove. Sorry, Ronel. Jenny Cavnar and Julia Morales make broadcasting history. Valerie Perez goes full Bananaball. David Rubenstein sure looks like a man of the people and while that’s fun to watch we are holding out for definitive proof.
We say “you’ve just taken this the way of belly button rings,” It’s gotta stack up to Grease and Footloose,’ and “Shoulda just taken a plane to Vegas.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.

Welcome to West Coast Corresponded Deborah, filling in for Patti who is off celebrating our intern’s graduation. Deborah’s bfs are making up for lack of bats with all the steals. Elly continues to climb the all time steal boards, and Zack Short becomes Zack Short Stay. Willson Contreras’ injury leads to some choices about how to avoid catcher interference dangers – robo umps? Catcher’s box? How ‘bout that other Contreras, leading the Brewers? Paul Skenes debuts to comparisons to Stras, including Cutch batting lead off for both. We have to talk about an interpreter but we’d rather tell animal stories. Stay tuned for snakes, weirdly fast turtles, and a chill pelican. Hey! Make your travel plans to see the Ballers! Deborah brings some Bay Area cross-training balance to the all Boston all the time situation.
We say, “general skullduggery,” “I’m glad these girls have something to scream for,” and “a butterfly flapped its wings in Argentina, y’know?” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.

It’s the Cinco de Mayo episode where the limes are organic and the salt is Kosher. Pottymouth’s Vaughn Grissom watch is rewarded, Luis lights it up, and Maysin makes her roster. For Patti, John Means business and Jack Suwinski can sure time a hit. Josés are in trouble and just when you think he can’t achieve any more firsts, Judge gets ejected. Did you see that Luis Arráez trade coming? We sure did not. The Police  Blotter teaches us the difference between Community Labor and Community Service, and maybe the MLBPA should have enlisted the moms sooner to get the unis fixed. We share a minor league beer tip, and mull the potential consequences of sticking with a rally sausage.  So much crosstraining for our Boston host.
We say, “It;s a hard tossup between Short and Booser,” “Sit on the Wee Green Monster, “ and ”There are two kinds of people in the world – the ones who want to know that the baseball players are going commando, and  those who do not.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.

As we lament the boyfriends we did not select for our fantasy teams, we observe Passover with mezcal. Should we have gone with Logan O’Hoppe and Joey Ortiz? Solid maybe. Mike Tauchman and the oppo Tauchos? Unrelated to the Mexico series tacos, of course. Patti’s guys Zach, Will, and Evan are crushing the multi-hit games, and Pottymouth favorite Elly is on track for a ridiculous number of stolen bases (Pottymouth’s math is SOLID.) LAD pitching is not just crazy good, it is death-defying. Josh Naylor gives us an “always gonna be a boyfriend” moment. Our Police Blotter features a few takes on the rules don’t apply to me viewpoint, as both the “victim” and the enforcer. Houston and Colorado take the Show on the road to Mexico City, and a taco tour ensues. We need a study done on dad strength vs. hamate surgery superpowers.
We say “I love me a good loophole,” “spanked with Mezcal,” and “a brief moment of shirtlessness.” Fight the man, send your game balls to Meredith, get boosted, and find us on Twitter @ncibpodcast, on Facebook @nocryinginbball, Instagram @nocryinginbball and on the Interweb at nocryinginbball.com. Please take a moment to subscribe to the show, and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts or wherever you listen to NCiB. Become a supporter at Patreon to help us keep doing what we do. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.