The original title Rudy suggested was, Love Is To Own Lindor, but Rudy tells me that title only makes sense to people forced to watch Frozen 5+ times. Let it go...Let it go...Let it go... I just sang that in perfect key and it still caused a cat to screech and paint to peel. Luckily, I don't have a kid, a cat or paint. Let's count the ways I love Francisco Lindor. *five minutes later, makes farting sound with hand in armpit* And that's it! Oh, yeah, I should count the ways I love him aloud so you can hear. Fair enough, you nitpicker, you. Yesterday, he hit his 9th homer (3-for-4, 4 RBIs), topping off a week when he was hitting over .400, a month when he's hitting over .340, a 2nd half when he's hitting over .350 with 7 homers and 7 steals. He's only 21 years old. At 21 years old, you fell asleep on a couch outside of your local bar waiting to talk a girl that you think might have been interested, only waking after a passing bus splashed a puddle of your own vomit onto you. Guys and five girl readers, he has 9 homers in 82 games (essentially a half a season) and he has 30-steal speed. I just got goose pimplies. To emphasize them, I'm drawing little goose faces on my pimples like those psychopaths draw on grains of rice. Yes, you should own Lindor on your teams for this year, and I can't wait to draft him in sixteen after twenty. Anyway, here's what else I saw yesterday in fantasy baseball:
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