Gesamtlänge aller Episoden: 17 days 53 minutes
Joe and Mike handle the emergency of Cincinnati’s Elly De La Cruz stealing second, third and home in the same inning and then, finally, announce the official Baseball Presidential Cabinet.
Mike plays hurt as he and Joe have an emergency PosCast to discuss the Cincinnati Reds surge and then they wow each other with a draft of incredible sports facts that have never been reported.
Joe and Mike tease a big ending, deal with their Miami Heat fears, talk about what stinks and what’s cool about baseball and match up their Joe and Mike baseball teams to see who will reign triumphant.
Mike and Joe discuss which hockey towns deserve to win a Stanley Cup (spoiler: neither of this year’s finalists made the cut), break down the fearsome possibility that the Miami Heat will break more hearts, talk about possible Hall of Awesomeness nominees and discuss Joe’s first pitch at an upcoming Charlotte Knights game.
Joe and Mike talk some baseball, discuss the backstory of Mr. Met and throw out names they would add to the Baseball Hall of Fame simply because they were awesome.
Joe and Mike are back after a little break and they go around the game for their 49th annual Mid-May Baseball Roundup. They also talk about Nicola Jokic, the inevitability of the Heat, the joys of walking in circles during a writer’s strike and how they might have to go to Oakland A’s fan appreciation day.
Joe and Mike do a quick emergency PosCast to deal with the happy emergencies happening in Pittsburgh, Tampa and Minneapolis. They break away briefly to consider the less happy emergency that is the Miami Heat.
Joe and Mike talk about Connecticut being the college basketball center of the world, the awesomeness of Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese, the impact of the new baseball rules and the basic unfairness of Top Golf.
Joe and Mike make their annual predictions for the baseball season, proven to be 98.6% accurate.
Joe and Mike talk all things WBC from the Shohei Ohtani-Mike Trout matchup to Randy Arozarena’s awesomeness to John Smoltz’s, er, lack of energy.