Jesus. You're in a playoff race holding a wildcard spot and this is a guy that you're planning on having there long term. You fucking take him out.

You can't take a guy out during a no-hitter. You just...can't.

Jays fans throw hats for Donaldson's "hat trick" of 3 home runs. Awesome.

Cubs are 83-47. That's nuts.

Couple of great divisional races to watch out for: Dodgers/Giants in the NL West and Jays/Sox in the AL East

And that brings us back to Fernandez and Palmer, and a day that began and ended horribly. Sometimes 24 hours is simply not enough, and too much, all at the same time, and then you’re left to remember that the days for all of us are too few.

Jose Fernandez was not someone you had to remind yourself to humanize. He was not a player you had reduced to an on-field construct because that’s just how we have to compartmentalize everything. No, no, goodness no. He was so radiant that when he’s ripped away, you almost have to force yourself to remember the talent. How well he played the sport is the afterthought because all you can think about at first is the joy.

My god, the joy.

...

He was a constant reminder of just how fun everything can be. Now he’s an eternal reminder of how that’s always just on loan, and how we'll always be reduced to remembering it in the past tense, happy it existed at all. Rest in peace, Jose Fernandez. Rest in peace, and thank you for the joy.