We’re pretty sure Batman doesn’t mean what Nathan Lukes thinks it means. The Password is up for PIT and the Username is in Maine. Nick surpasses Rickey’s streak. Other Nick debuts in front of home town crowd. James Frickin Wood scores a real inside the park GS (sorry, JJ). Everybody loves Salvy, and Chris is retiring for real this time. It doesn’t matter if your home run hits the top of the foul pole or the base, it counts the same and both are pretty notable. The Johnson’s, if that’s their real name, home run ball luck inspires us to greatness. Pottymouth encourages Mexico and Canada as alternate World Cup viewing sites if you are not a lucky New Yorker benefitting from a Mayor who gets it. And we embrace solidarity with a Mexican teacher’s union with an excellent plan for visibility. We channel a little Brenda Vaccaro because we don’t know the sultry, gravelly voice of kids today. Please help.

We say, “Tommy Phams says hold my beer,” “Chuchaqui sounds like what being hungover feels like,” and “I don’t have really great aspirations but I’d like to do a teeny bit better.” Fight the man, go see some live baseball, send your game balls to Meredith, and find us on Bluesky @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. We now have episode transcripts available!  They are available for free at our Patreon site. Say goodnight, Pottymouth.