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  • Only two teams remain in the baseball season. Or, more accurately, two teams, an infinite number of likely Brian Wilson-related antics, and a near-infinite number of truck commercials and McCarver-puns. Which is a lot, actually.

  • The playoffs are here, which means Bronson Arroyo's singing face, a few extra between-cigarette cigarettes for Jim Leyland, and the freaking Cardinals and Yankees. It's a good thing. Let's talk about it.

  • As a long season closes and the Baltimore Orioles continue to baffle and astound. Two men try to make sense of it all. Not terribly hard, and not terribly successfully. But trying is important, too. Let's all go get some ice cream!

  • There are big trades, and then there is the total team transplant that the Boston Red Sox and Los Angeles Dodgers pulled off late Friday night. The multi-star, multi-multi-million dollar deal is not quite official yet, but Yakkin' About Baseball isn't quite worried about that, quite.

  • From the clammy doldrums of baseball's dog days, two heroes rise to free-associate, analyze Rick Sutcliffe's understanding of immigration law and herald the arrival of Jeremy Guthrie Whatever.0. What, it's August.

  • Matt Stairs is a globe-trotting super-assassin, Pat Mahomes biography is a tough sell, Josh Reddick wants to fight you at the nu-metal show, Marlins management is wearing linen and getting handsy. All is more or less normal.

  • Baseball's trade-deadline season is all about speculation, which is fun enough. But with Ichiro on the Yankees, a world of horrible new possibilities has opened up. Yakkin' stares into the abyss, and the abyss smells like Nick Swisher.

  • On managerial middle-schoolisms, declining sluggers, terrifying bobbleheads and the origins of the popular baseball slang term "Poop Towel." Complicated... but quite simple.

  • Matt Cain's perfection, R.A. Dickey's inspiring imperfection, a tasteful collection of erotica edited by Joaquin Arias, and a kitchen device called The Bixler that needs to be recalled, and quickly, before someone gets hurt.

  • No-hitters, curvaceous relief pitchers, the apocalyptic appetizer-swarm of the late-'90s Cleveland Indians. The horror. The horror.