We’ve got major NFL drama happening on our second Hump Day of April? I mean, come on! The script-writers outdid themselves on this one. My hat is OFF to them. Well done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And hey! We’re not in the middle of WWIII today! That’s always a bonus. The panicans were wrong again. Weird. How many times have they said we’re on the cusp of WWIII at this point, only to be literally dead wrong every single time? It’s almost like Trump has a playbook.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If you’ve even halfway paid attention over the past decade or so, you knew exactly what Power Plant Day was going to be.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The First Lady, who is wonderfully ignorant of all things serious in the world, goes, “You didn’t tell me we were on the brink of WWIII today!” while we were brushing our teeth before bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“What do you mean?” I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“Some lady on TikTok said she was \u2018shaking\u2019 because she was so scared of what Trump was going to do.”<\/p>\n
“That was the point, babe. That’s always the point. Every single time. Now, let’s go watch Roseanne.”<\/p>\n
And watch, we did! Let’s roll.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Welcome to a Hump Day Nightcaps<\/a> \u2013 the one where Sophie Cunningham dumps out new SI Swimsuit content on the eve(ish) of the WNBA season.\u00a0<\/p>\n What else? I’ve got Vrabel\/Russini drama (duh), Kay Adams turned 40 in a bikini this week, and it was a BANNER night for major league baseball last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n And by that, I mean fists were flying and managers were ON FIRE.\u00a0<\/p>\n Grab yourself some headgear just to be safe, and strap in for a violent Hump Day ‘Cap!<\/p>\n What a night for baseball!<\/p>\n Normally, I’d start with the news-of-the-day here, which is the Mike Vrabel-Dianna Russini \u2026 speculation. We’ll get to it.\u00a0<\/p>\n Joe led off with it this morning, and we respect our elders here at Nightcaps.<\/p>\n So, we’ll instead head to the diamond, where we had our first big night of fireworks in this young MLB season.\u00a0<\/p>\n First, while everyone was sleeping \u2014 including myself \u2014 the Angels and Braves beat the absolute piss out of each other on a random April night.\u00a0<\/p>\n Head on a SWIVEL!<\/p>\n Amazing. The First Lady is a huge Braves fan, and we were joking a couple weeks ago about how she had NO idea who Walt Weiss was. Feel like nobody really did \u2026 until last night.\u00a0<\/p>\n Give this ANIMAL a key to Atlanta, pronto! He should never buy another beer. Sure, Jorge Soler is obviously a fan-favorite there for what he did in 2021, but still \u2026 this was a pivotal moment for Walt Weiss.\u00a0<\/p>\n New manager. Trying to earn the respect of the clubhouse. Trying to find your voice and your way, and then BAM \u2014 he puts on a form-tackling CLINIC.\u00a0<\/p>\n That clip \u2014 and that picture \u2014 should be shown in high school football film rooms across the country next month when spring practice starts. It’s beautiful.\u00a0<\/p>\n Walt wasn’t the only manager who was fired up on a random Tuesday night in early April:<\/p>\n The Patriot Way!<\/p>\n Amazing. I feel like I really do appreciate managers getting tossed now more than ever before. We just don’t get them as often, for obvious reasons. Everything is basically fixable at this point with ABS and reviews.\u00a0<\/p>\n The human element, as I’ve said many times, is basically dead.\u00a0<\/p>\n But, every once in a while, we get a moment like this where an ump decides to call a phantom balk, and he gets his ass LIT UP by a behemoth of a man. I’d sit there and take it too. John Schneider is massive. Imagine the amount of Copenhagan spit in this poor ump’s face. It had to have been just vile.\u00a0<\/p>\n The good old days. Simpler times. Better times.\u00a0<\/p>\n