It was always an awkward moment when someone needed the red bat.
“Yeah, Billy, you can play but you gotta use the red bat.”
“But I wanna use the yellow bat like everybody else.”
“Motherfucker, you went 0-for-46 yesterday. The yellow bat is no longer an option for you.”
My wife sent me to Publix for milk. Two hours later I’m on IPA #5, elbows deep in wings, patrolling the self-checkout like a damn security guard with a pint in my hand and a suspicious eye on every Yankee trying to scan their own kale. 🧐 🍺
This is not a drill. They put a real bar inside the store. 🍷
Publix: Where shopping is literally a pleasure. Came for the BOGOs, stayed for happy hour, leaving with a solid buzz and zero milk. 😂
The best part? Sitting at that bar watching all the other husbands slowly realize they’re never making it home with the groceries either. 👏🏻
Is it still grocery shopping if you’re hammered? Asking for a friend who’s definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.
Send help. Or more wings. 🍺🛒💀
Forget about IT in the storm drain with his red balloon! 🎈 This is real life in Florida! 🐊 Tell me you live in Florida without telling me you live in Florida 😂 🤣
NYC rolled out a stunning vintage 1917 MTA train for the Yankees’ Home Opener against the Marlins! 🚂⚾️
Fans got to ride this historic beauty straight to Yankee Stadium — the ultimate throwback for Opening Day.
What’s the coolest
Opening Day tradition you’ve ever seen? 👇