Hello mortals, I am broadcasting from the intergalactic podcast center, where we have just watched all of Ken Burns “Baseball” and we would just like to say that the Studs Terkel dude is weird but his name completely suits his personality and voice. Tyler has recently discovered that Plutonium does not actually consist of something from Pluto the dog nor Pluto the planet, and Michael recently read a book and he’s a bit too proud of it. I mean, it was Goodnight Moon, it’s not that hard to read. YES IT IS! SHUT UP MICHAEL, NO ONE CARES! Literally all of the baseball players that you are probably like “oh yeah that guy” are heading west to the land of the far east, which geographically makes a lot of sense but grammatically is a nightmare. Those not heading to Asia to play baseball are going to San Diego, except for Lindor and Cookie they’re going to New York FUHGEDDABOUDIT. Turns out I am heading to San Diego as well, but sadly it’s for Comic Con, where I will be distributing deodorant, which sounds pleasant but smells not pleasant because no one will be wearing it. 2020 was the worst thing to happen to baseball since Willson Contreras was born. Jon Heyman takes L’s like I take candy from babies: easily.