A postcard to the young blaseball Idol York Silk from his former captain in Breckenridge

It's been a bit of a trying season as I try to adjust to a new team and especially a new altitude. Happy to report that a few games of party time have done wonders for me, I now feel mostly recovered from the unfortunate peanut incident in Season 7.

While I take no pleasure in defeating the Hawaiʻi Fridays , especially while they're still mourning York, I must say that a series back on Island Time has done wonders for my bat.

Solidarity forever with the Sovereign Nation of Hawai'i. If you have the means, please help.

I miss playing blaseball in a climate where I could be barefoot in short shorts, but I can't deny that I look good in Broken Ridge Jazz Hands colors. Hat tip to Sky! (Moved to the other app)

My sleep schedule is better than it used to be, back when I was fighting to liberate the Sovereign Nation of Hawai'i, but I was so excited to play for Inter XPresso in the morning that I didn't get a minute of sleep tonight. The good news is that there's plenty of caffeine.

Pulling for my friend and successor @FletchYamaHF in game 5, it would be an honor and a pleasure to bat against you in the semifinals.

Two things can be true. It's vital today to reject the narrative that American Thanksgiving is anything other than colonialist whitewashing, but it's ALSO vital to make yourself a gigantic meal of comfort food and get in contact with the people who matter to you.

**nods approvingly**

Proud of the performance of my Inter XPresso comrades today, but I'm a little disappointed that the series only went three games - who knows if I'll ever get another opportunity to bat against @FletchYamaHF

It's fantastic to win the Coffee Cup and I know there's a theme, but did they have to caffeinate the victory champagne too? My eye is going to be twitching all night.

I'm awake!! I want to state for the record that I was absolutely 100% NOT sleepwalking for the first 30-something games. I was conscious the whole time, honest

I'm not entirely sure what just happened to me, or which direction I need to start swimming, but that wave absolutely drenched my cigar and I am FURIOUS

Slowly realizing that trying to swim at 8,000 feet above sea level takes a lot more effort than what I used to do in Hawai'i. Hang in there, Broken Ridge Jazz Hands , I'll be back as soon as I can

*panting* Okay, first things first. Is there any coffee left?

This has been a deeply strange season to be a Jazz Hand, but the end result has me batting leadoff again like I did back in the day, which has been a comfort.