Listen, mistakes happen, but some things you can’t get wrong and when you’re a baseball writer killing off the Phillies’ best player is one of them. There’s some grandma from Brookhaven that almost had a heart attack halfway through Bob Nightengale’s tweet. There would’ve been blood on Bobby’s hands:

What is it with MLB insiders on Twitter messing up free agent signings, spelling player’s names wrong, and generally having the sloppiest reporting out of all the major sports? In the NBA Shams and in the past Woj were typically spot on. Adam Schefter occasionally jumps the gun during free agency, but him and Ian Rapoport and the other insiders are typically 99% of the time right. That’s why it always makes me laugh when one of them break news and then the local beats tweet 10 minutes later confirming the report from “team sources” just to get those sweet retweets and likes and not have to credit them. But when it comes to the MLB writers you better confirm with the team because they fuck up so much.

This is classic Nightengale. Some people think this is a bit. “He may be gone, but he’ll be forgotten.”

Remember when Shohei Ohtani hit the first home run in an All-Star Game since Mike Piazza in 1996?

He’s not the only one. Not even close.


Jon Heyman’s Arson Judge tweet is still one of the funniest days on Twitter. Not only does he spell his name wrong he then whiffs on the report attached to the biggest free agent in the last decade:

When he doesn’t have felonies on his mind he has #hugetits:

He even walked back a key Juan Soto report this offseason:

This is the guy that thinks if you move your hands forward an inch it should be counted as a swing:

Remember that time Buster Olney had his account hacked and the hacker tweeted I Hate METS?

That’s why this is a Jeff Passan household. He seems like the only one down to Earth. He can take it and give it, just ask Ben Verlander:

 

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This is what Bob tried to do. RIP Bryce Miller. Didn’t know who you were an hour ago, but we’ll never forget you now: