Why am I a Pitcher when I Excel Further at Defense and Baserunning, asketh thou? T'is a question for the Blaseball Gods for I simply found myself with a Pitcher's Glove upon mine Hand and a Love for Blaseball and My Bros in my Heart.

Havst Thou heard of a Cultural phenomenon they call Hamilton? I was told it is Poetry but it simply sounds to mine ears like Nonsense.

Perhaps it would please thee to Asketh Me Anything? My favorite topics are Blaseball, my Bros, and Cracking Open Cold Ones with Said Bros.

You ever just run as hard as you can. towards the setting sun. from the darkness nipping at you heel. till you lungs are raw. till your legs can no longer carry you. till you collapse into the grass. You have to always get back, don't give up. Because they dont give up. ¡DALÉ!

“Can’t win em all” Bro I would like to win at least one

Blaseball returnerth today, mine dudes! A long two years it hath been, and I've spent the majority of it Partying with the Bros. I have also practiced Pitching the Blaseball, though Less than Partying.

I am not pitching for This Game so from the sidelines shouteth I, "¡DALÉ!"

Caleb Novak hitteth a double! Dalé!

no thoughts only blaseball 🩸⚾️

seagull bring that dalé engery to Seattle

I hath Drawn a Walk! Wow, my Bros, Batting is Exhilarating