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book-dragon-13 · 4 years

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HBC Game Day

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

Disney World with Chris Beck or Bahamas with Lance Tucker?

Disney World with Chris Beck. I know I’d be able to enjoy myself with Chris rather than with Lance

Museum with Scott Huffman or movie theater with Frank?

Movie theater with Frank. Good opportunity for some fun stuff 😉

Neck kisses with Jefferson or forehead kisses with TJ?

Forehead kisses with TJ because he deserves all the softness

Almost relationship with Clay or one-night stand with Destroyer Chris?

One night stand with Destroyer Chris cuz you know you’ll never forget it

Good morning texts with Carter or good night texts with Harry?

Good morning texts with Carter (mostly since I’ve seen gossip girl but not spread but I also would enjoy good morning texts over goodnight texts)

Morning sex with Josh or nighttime sex with Will?

I’m gonna go with nighttime sex with Will. Food is optional.

Hand holding with Ben or PDA with Johnny?

Hand holding with Ben. He’s soft and fluffy haired

Arcade with Blaine or laser tag with Chase?

Laser tag with Chase. How much fun would laser tag be with magic involved?

Horror movies with Leo or romcoms with Jack?

Romcoms with Jack. I’m not a horror movie fan and I’d like to see Jack’s reaction to romcoms

Skydiving with Lance or bungee jumping with Leo?

Sky diving with Lance. Probably because Lance could actually get me to do it

Monopoly with Simon or Checkers with Steve?

Checkers with Steve. Feels like it’d be calmer to me

Shower with Lance or bubble bath with Carter?

Bubble bath with Carter. It’d be soothing, and who knows what kind of gymnastics Lance would attempt in the shower?

Beach with Clay or swimming pool with Will?

Swimming pool with Will... though we might not do much swimming 😏

City with Carter or farm with Hal?

Farm with Hal. Sorry Carter, but I’m a country girl who wants a Hal of her own

Boat with Charles or airplane with Jack?

Boat with Charles. Who knows what fun you might get into with Charles? 😉

Amusement park with Harry or water park with Chase?

Water park with Chase. Dry off faster with magic

Bowling with Steve or miniature golf with Josh?

Mini golf with Josh. I feel like he’d be laughing the whole time and not care about the score, just having fun

Fast food with Johnny or homemade with Charles?

Homemade with Charles. You know he’s gonna appreciate having a home cooked meal

Strip poker with Leo or skinny dipping with Hal?

Skinny dipping with Hal. I don’t know how to play poker and I will almost always choose Hal over anyone else. Plus skinny dipping with Hal would for sure be a good time

Hotdogs with Billy or hamburgers with Frank?

Hamburgers with Frank. Not a hotdog fan and Frank would be fun to get to know

Swimming with Simon or running with Scott?

Running with Scott

Early bird with Dayton or night owl with Destroyer Chris?

Night owl with Destroyer Chris. I’m not a morning person at all so Dayton would have to do his morning preparations without me. Having Chris during the night however? Yes please!

Online shopping with Simon or in-store shopping with TJ?

In store shopping with TJ. As he told his mom, he did get the fashion gene 😉

Reading books with Will or watching movies with Blaine?

Reading books with Will. He seems like the type to let you read, while Blaine in the other hand seems like the type to talk through the movie

Pizza with Harry or sushi with Dayton?

Pizza with Harry. Sorry Dayton, but I’m not a fish food person and pizza is a favorite of mine

Breakfast with Jefferson or dinner with Charles?

Breakfast with Jefferson. He’d probably make you breakfast in bed, with help from Grace

Party with Leo or couch with Chris Beck?

Couch with Chris Beck. Cuddles galore!

Bucky Barnes bonus round

Sex or cuddling

Disney world or Bahamas

Museum or movie theater

Neck kisses or forehead kisses

Almost relationship or one night stand

Good morning texts or good night texts

Morning sex or nighttime sex

Hand holding or pda

Arcade or laser tag

Horror movies or romcoms

Skydiving or bungee jumping

Monopoly or checkers

Shower or bubble bath

Beach or swimming pool

City or farm

Boat or airplane

Amusement park or water park

Bowling or mini golf

Fast food or homemade

Strip poker or skinny dipping

Late night or early morning

Hotdogs or hamburgers

Swimming or running

Indoors or outdoors

Winter or summer

Spring or Fall

Online shopping or in store shopping

Books or movies

Pizza or sushi

Sun or moon

Breakfast (f)or dinner

Party or couch

#hbc game day #hbc this or that

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scapegrace74-blog · 6 years

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Severed, Part 2

A/N This is Part 2 of my WIP, set in an alternate universe that veers off from canon during the Redux arc, but three years after those episodes (so in October 2000). Still a soft-rated R for language.

Part 1 is located here.

Sweat trickled down his neck, dampening the shaggy length of his salt-and-sun-bleached hair. There was a ceiling fan making desultory swoops through the thickened air, but it barely disturbed the dusty floor.

Christ, it was hot. Not yet midday, it was easily over a hundred degrees, and the merciless sun leached the life out of anything that still had life to give.

“Una mas, Señor?” The barman held up a Dos Equis, rivulets of melted ice on the cool green surface more enticing than the beer inside. He nodded and tapped the rickety tabletop.

The glass felt glacial against his carotid artery, slowly cooling his heated blood. After several minutes, he took a long pull, half draining the bottle.

When he found his way to the Baja peninsula two years ago, he hadn’t been thinking about the weather. Mostly, he’d thought that the exchange rate from Consortium blood money to pesos meant he could subsist without income for as long as was necessary, and that he’d be just another drunken gringo, blending into a landscape of drunken gringos.

Also, there was a certain poetic irony in his living in a place called La Paz. He’d find his peace in hell, and no sooner.

For the first six months, he’d done nothing but drink and howl at the moon. He’d rented a dilapidated beach house for less than his XXX video club membership had cost him back in DC, and set about decorating it with unwashed laundry and empty tequila bottles.

To his disgust, he couldn’t maintain that pace of degeneracy (old habits dying hard) so he eventually settled into a quiet routine of beer-induced siestas, long swims in the Sea of Cortez, and haunting any corner of the Internet where he might hear news of her.

Just this past week, he’d been strolling the beachfront by the marina, and he caught sight of a familiar silhouette, pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Feet nailed to the ground, he watched her approach; the same no-nonsense stride, the same auburn bob brushing the serious set of her shoulders.

She was almost in front of him, and his belly tingled with a volatile cocktail of salvation and terror. How did she find him? What did she want? How could he make her (never) go away?

He forced air into his lungs, opened his parched mouth and emitted a wheeze that sounded like “Scuh...” before the apparition morphed into a stranger. This one’s eyes were green, not Windex blue. Her nose was snub and self-satisfied, not patrician and argumentative. The woman scowled at his frozen features and brushed past him. It wasn’t her. Not her. It wasn’t...

After collapsing on the breakwater for a measureless time, staring at the oily ripples in the bay, he’d pulled himself upright and made his way to the nearest cantina, where a bottle of tequila succeeded in numbing more than just his face.

If he’d had his wits about him, he would have remembered that her hair was long now, and a darker auburn. He knew because he’d seen her the previous winter, at his mother’s funeral.

An anonymous email had arrived, containing a link to an online memorial site.

Elizabeth “Teena” Mulder, née Kuipers. Born in Dayton, Ohio on April 1, 1941. Deceased February 6, 2000 in Greenwich, Connecticut. Survived by her children, Fox William and Samantha Ann. A private graveside service will be held in Greenwich on February 14 at 2:00pm. In lieu of flowers, donations to the Paget Foundation are welcomed.

The obituary had her hands all over it. From the questionable assertion that both Mulder children still lived to the precise details of an invitation-only memorial service, she was calling him home. He wouldn’t have known how to refuse.

Gusts off Long Island Sound buffeted the slopes of the graveyard. He’d abandoned all his outerwear during his meandering southward migration to Mexico, so he’d had to stop at a local thrift store to purchase a hat, boots and gloves. This being Greenwich, the shop carried a wide assortment of second hand down-filled jackets as well. Still, his bare right hand trembled with cold as he held the long-range binoculars.

From his distant vantage, he couldn’t make out the precious nuances of her features, but he could tell that she was healthy. She had to continuously brush back her lustrous hair as it lashed around her face in a confused halo. Even in her thick overcoat, he could tell she’d regained all the weight the cancer had taken from her, and maybe five pounds more. She was well. She was alive. It would have to be enough.

As his mother’s coffin slowly sunk into the frost-bound earth, she pivoted in a wide circle, eyes trained on the distance. She stopped when she was looking straight at him, and he dropped the binoculars to his side, scarcely breathing. Of course, she couldn’t see him. He was too far away. But she knew he was there. Or she needed to believe that he was. After an eternal moment, she turned back to the grave, and her shoulders hitched on a sob. Skinner, erect and watchful as ever, placed a paternal hand on her elbow, and led her away.

Remembering that day as he finished his beer and gestured to the barman that he wanted to settle his tab, he knew two things. Scully hadn’t been mourning Teena Mulder as she cried in the cold February wind. And his hand had never stopped trembling, even inside his pocket as he walked stalwartly away.

“Gracias, Señor Fox,” the bartender beamed as he slid two hundred pesos under his small collection of green bottles.

“Te lo dije, Jorge, me llamo Mulder. Solo Mulder.”

#my writing #x-files #wip #severed

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a-lbeit · 5 years

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2018: a year in review

rang in the new year with really good people actually watching the ball drop for the first time in a few years. it always makes me sad in a happy way.

had my friend (from california) i met while studying in berlin come to visit!!! but there was a giant (relatively speaking) snowstorm that came through, so we had to rearrange a couple things we had planned on doing. but most things worked out, especially since i didn’t have to go to work for like 5 days lmfao. we did a ghost tour, went to a few historical sites, and even drove to savannah for a day.

went to waffle house with a few people the night before i left for my last semester at american university and....tbh....started feeling some things about someone again (but it’s gone away lmao)

returned to dc for the last time for a while

actually started booking things for the best goddamn spring break -- a trip to western south dakota to visit badlands national park and everything around it

saw the devil makes three

started an internship with rock creek park, my own door into the nps

went to the bars on u street for the first time for my friend’s birthday. almost got projectile vomited on during the pregame lmfaooooo

saw arlo guthrie

got moviepass at the height of it. i saw many films with it, some of my favorites being lean on pete, three billboards outside ebbing, missouri, and bad times at the el royale. however, the company obviously went downhill. i was all right with only being able to see 3 movies a month, because for 10 bucks, that’s still not bad. but then showtimes started disappearing and i finally gave up hope. it was nice while it lasted.

took my german midterm and skrrted right out of dc to embark on one of the greatest journeys of my life. i’d had this spring break in mind for a year and a half, and i feel so grateful that i could actually accomplish virtually everything i had dreamed of:

drove to dayton, ohio, then waterloo, iowa, then wall, south dakota, my final destination. along the way, i saw a zoo that was my window to a west i had only ever heard about, a statue of abraham lincoln right next to the mississippi, the world’s largest truck stop, a hobo memorial, an intricate and delicate and intriguing grotto, a tri-state marker, a corn palace, the goddamn missouri river, and all the farmland and life that make up the heartland of the united states. i was mesmerized and i had barely started.

reached my motel in the evening with a backdrop of the sunset over the badlands, got nervous by a group of men wearing camo and carrying what seemed to be hunting or fishing gear, went to dairy queen, and came back to a once-again empty motel parking lot. i felt better.

spent the next day in the national park. it was the off season, so the entrance i went through was unmanned. i saw countless sheep and prairie dogs, sometimes within a few feet of me, and admired the bright, layered colors in the rock. i played springsteen’s “badlands” with nobody in sight, miles of land in every direction that seemed both right there and unreachable at the same time. the visitor’s center had information and nice people. the cliff shelf trail was a small introduction to my hiking in the park. the notch trail was fun and gave me a bruise and let me see the badlands as they are meant to be seen -- you get to climb a ladder and get into the formations. there is an astonishing view, but if you go a bit further than most people do, it’s even more incredible. i lay down backwards and looked at everything upside down. i drove back the way i came and stopped to admire the sunset over the jagged and far-off edges. it was still the beginning.

(got an email saying i was accepted into the disney college program lmfao)

with the next day came a further destination. in belle fourche, sd, there is the true geographical center of the us. you go down a gravel road for around 8 miles. it’s scary when the fog doesn’t let you see more than 200 feet in front of you and the farms on either side of you are encased in snow. but the mysticism surrounding the decor -- a homemade cross, a simple “the true center of the nation” declaration, and various hiking boots stuck in the fence -- especially when you seem to be the only person for miles, is surreal. i left there and finally found my way out of the fog and went on into wyoming to see devils tower. the sky was a piercing blue and i was blinded by the light, but snow is always on the ground that time of the year, i guess, and i hiked knee-deep through 2 miles of it. i dropped to my knees in happiness like a weakling when i saw my car again, but i felt like cheryl strayed. people feed the prairie dogs so much there that they come right up to you. the squeaks were unending and cute. i drove the 2 or 2.5 hours back, mostly in the dark, my feet water-logged but my heart full.

i drove to mount rushmore the next day. it’s strange always knowing of something and finally seeing it in person. i love the sculpture and i don’t know how people are able to do things like that. i wish i could have hiked closer to it, but the trails were still closed for winter. then, through the black hills i continued, coming up to the crazy horse memorial and reluctantly paying the admission fee, although i know it helps their progress. i know i probably won’t be alive when (and if) it’s completed, but it’s nice to see at least part of it. i wish i could go up to it. maybe one day. wind cave national park came after, and i saw bison munching on grass 10 feet away from me. i wish i could have gone into the cave. maybe one day. i walked along the grassland without a jacket on. i couldn’t believe it. i left and took the backroads to return to mount rushmore to see it at night. it was scary, especially navigating the never-ending curves in the black of the unpopulated areas, but coming closer to the monument, i passed through one-car tunnels that framed the sculpture perfectly.

the next day was my second time around at the badlands. i hiked half of the castle trail and climbed some of the formations, able to admire all i could see from a throne made of crumbly rock. there was fog in the morning which lifted to another sunny day. there were cacti and deer and even phone lines. the shadows in the creases of the hills kill me with their nonchalant elegance. i went back to my motel and came back into the park at night. i had never seen so many stars, although it was so goddamn frightening being in a parking lot unable to see 5 feet in front of me that i left after a few minutes.

my last day, i was supposed to go to jewel cave national monument, but it snowed and caused some of the roads to close. instead, i walked through the storm to wall drug store and meandered around the kitschiness. i want to bring people there to show them how incredible it is.

i drove back to washington over the next 3 days, stopping at the now snow-covered badlands for one last look, the green giant in minnesota, effigy mounds national monument, dubuque, and everywhere in between along the way.

native american history around all of the places i have mentioned is rich and cannot be underestimated. i didn’t talk about it, but these places are of course sacred to the tribes of the region and it is paramount to respect that. i think the nps tries to educate, but it could do more.

i went about 4,200 miles on that trip. i miss the days of driving with my playlist that took months to create.

i came back to washington and didn’t really talk about my journey except for a mention of it when discussing what we had done over spring break in german class. i love to recount this 10 day period, but i don’t do so very much because i feel inarticulate and i don’t want to minimize the effect it has had on me.

saw langhorne slim, don mclean, and george ezra (on 3 separate occasions)

was a part of park rx day with rock creek park

saw old crow medicine show (which has become a yearly tradition i guess lmfao)

went to the graduation happy hour for the library circulation desk. that night was something i’ll never forget. i miss that place so much.

the next day, drove to clemson to see melissa graduate! what a time in our lives. then promptly drove back to dc for my own graduation

but the night before my ceremony, i saw david byrne. it was wild but not as great as i had hoped, mostly because i couldn’t see too well.

graduated from american university, but continued to be on its campus a few days a week until mid-august because i couldn’t bear the thought of leaving the library or the campus. i love that place more than i thought i ever would.

saw shakey graves 2 days in a row, as you do

saw pussy riot thanks to a recommendation from my german professor

visited my work friend’s farm just outside of baltimore

saw pauly d dj at a club lmfaoooooo

found a shark’s tooth at calvert cliffs state park

went to new york for a day to visit brandon before he moved to san francisco! i got in around 5:30am and had the first part of the day to myself. i went to staten island and all the nps sites downtown, then met him at his brother’s apartment a couple blocks from central park (???!!!!). we went to greenwich village, ate lunch at the white horse tavern, and then had a second lunch from mcdonald’s in washington square park. he had to go after a while, but i walked over to the high line to see the sunset. i walked ~45k steps that day but the joy is remembered more than the pain in the end.

i worked and flirted with a nice guy. i might visit him in california in may.

went to nashville to see paul simon with my friend callie. we rocked and enjoyed trashy nashy. that same day, paul simon announced his final show in queens was to be in september. i thought about how i could attend.

we came back to charleston through the smokies and went swimming in the rain. the beauty of that area is unlike anything else. then we met lauren for lunch and it was so goddamn nice. i wish it could have been for longer.

saw harry styles bc i love myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

had a couple friends visit and we did the touristy stuff of dc. it was nice to do that with people for once.

had a couple more friends visit and we went to asbury park for the fourth of july. it was atmospheric and i couldn’t believe i was in springsteen’s stomping ground, especially as one of his song’s namesakes.

saw southside johnny and the asbury jukes

saw a ship belonging to the spanish navy when it docked in charleston for a couple days

started my second long trip of the year

drove from dc to cleveland, first of all. i spent as much time as i could in the rock and roll hall of fame. i saw all the stuff i had learned about in my rock and roll history class and stuff i had grown up with and everything else i didn’t know about. “bruce juice,” pete seeger’s banjo head, and a couple free games of pinball were memorable moments. then, i went on to the cleveland museum of art, where i took a photo i wasn’t supposed to and recognized a couple pieces from my art class sophomore year. i loved cleveland way more than i thought i would and saw myself as a resident there.

went to cuyahoga valley national park the next morning, admiring the only national park in ohio with its waterfalls and greenery, and continued on to bowling green, kentucky. on the way, i went to kent state (which affected me more than i thought -- the military is too often a disgusting institution).

took a 4 hour tour deep into mammoth cave and saw things i couldn’t have even fathomed before. i couldn’t really wrap my head around the fact that we were underground where it is always dark yet still teeming with life. the change in humidity when coming back outside made my camera fog up for a good few minutes. it was funny, really. afterwards, i took advantage of the parts of mammoth cave national park that light does touch -- i got soaked in a rainstorm but seeing the green river and having a butterfly land on my finger were things i will always remember. wet and cold, i went on a second tour of a different part of the cave by lantern light in the evening. we saw cave graffiti and even a bat.

i left that area and moved on to the cumberland gap. it was the day before my 22nd birthday and i was in 3 states at once (for the second time this year). “salt seeking buffalo, moccasin clad warriors, dreaming pioneer, battling civil war soldiers. each was here in the historic cumberland gap, and now so are you.” [punctuation added] has got to be one of my favorite signs i’ve ever seen. it conveys the history in simple terms, which is the way i like things. it’s endlessly meaningful without being pretentious.

on my birthday, i toured the forbidden caverns near the smokies, then hiked some of the alum cave bluffs trail. i wish i could have done the whole thing, but i was short on time, as i wanted to be back in charleston by the evening to celebrate my birthday with my parents.

the day after, i slept in for once, went to the angel oak with melissa, and saw brian wilson and the gang perform all of pet sounds with callie. it was nice but there were so many empty seats that it was a little sad.

started my travels again, going back to the smokies area but stopping in blowing rock first and then going down the blue ridge parkway. the next day, i went to pigeon forge and rode an alpine coaster and finally did a somewhat substantial hike in the smokies -- charlies bunion. i saw a mother bear and her 2 babies and was alone on the trail with a beautiful deer. after that hike, i did the tail of the dragon drive and went to fontana dam, where the fog along the water made for an otherworldly feeling in my heart.

came back to charleston once again, but not before swimming around looking glass falls and feeling that this is what summer should look like. also made a stop at the carl sandburg home nhs.

started my drive back to dc for the last time, but took the scenic route -- south of the border, luray caverns, and the hardest hike i’ve ever done over in shenandoah. the famed old rag. it was a rainy tuesday, and the rocks were slippery. i didn’t see a single other person. i clutched those rocks for dear life at times, but i made that 10 mile hike and it was invigorating. i miss getting grimy in the forest.

that whole trip took me 3,755 miles around the eastern us with my ipod, 60s on 6, and phlash phelps’s voice in the morning as my soundtrack.

acknowledged in my head that it was nearly time to the leave the library, a home of mine for the past three and a half years. i told people the date of my departure and it inched closer despite my desire for time to stop progressing.

had a tour of the towers of the national cathedral. it’s not something many people have done and i’m glad to have seen the not-so-showy parts of the structure, along with a closer-up look at the showy parts we know and love.

had a visit from lauren -- we went to nando’s, the portrait gallery, and thrift shops with paige. i wish it would have lasted longer.

went to six flags with my friend from work, where we rode every ride we wanted to. it was carefree, even though my pants ripped.

my final day at the library inevitably came and went. instagram follows and facebook friends increased as i knew this was now the only way to see the people i had known for so long. i got choked up, and i’m choked up even writing this. to say i miss it is to put it very insignificantly. i have left some of myself there.

went back to new york for a few days, where i met up with my father so that we could see a concert in central park celebrating the greenwich village folk scene of the 60s. the mc was richard barone, who we’d met 2 years prior when he gave us a tour of greenwich village. on that trip, i saw theodore roosevelt’s birthplace (thank god for him, sincerely), the cloisters, staten island again, the seinfeld restaurant, and even coney island. we took the bus back to dc and drove my ‘97 ford escort back to charleston.

for the few days i had in charleston before moving to orlando to work for disney, i hung out with people like old times. trivia, the beach, apartments. the circuit.

i really fuckin moved to orlando, i guess. i moved in with 7 other people. we resort-hopped before we got our entrance passes to the parks. i felt mostly unmoved by the orientations that they try so hard to brainwash us with. i took a huge paycut coming here.

i started working at the food and wine festival. goddamn, i miss working at epcot. i saw the groovin alps play their bavarian percussion music and i poured beer and served lobster rolls and korma chicken and lentil stew and everything in between. i met dozens of beautiful people, some of whom are gone back now to from where they came. but i’m still here.

i mentioned earlier that paul simon announced back in june that his final concert would be in queens in late september. i bought a ticket the day they went on sale and was determined to find a way to attend. i did. i flew to new york for a few days -- came into penn station from newark, walked around to greenwich village and the brooklyn bridge and went to the museum of the moving image late in the evening on a friday when it was free. the next day, i visited the queens museum in flushing-meadows corona park (where the concert was also being held) and was in line for the show by 11:30am. i waited for like 8 hours in all, but i was front row. that final paul simon show (which we all know isn’t really the final one, but it did have a certain finality to it) was transformative for me, paul, and everyone else in the audience. i saw lorde, jimmy fallon, and john mulaney. i cried and was recorded and tapped along and admired the performances of “the cool, cool river” and “the obvious child” and every other goddamn song he played. i stuck around as long as i could. the next day, i flew back to orlando and returned to work, but i felt different.

lived the typical life of a college program participant: work, go to the parks, work, go to the parks, sleep.

voted somewhere along the way and was overjoyed that democrats took back the house.

went to st augustine with sarah

eventually, the food and wine festival ended and i was transferred to port orleans riverside, where i currently am. it’s awful but i’m alive.

spent thanksgiving, christmas, and every other holiday at work. it wasn’t really a big deal but it was obviously depressing.

at the beginning of december, broke down and bought a plane ticket back to dc. i had to pick up a poster from the anthem (a music venue), anyway. i stayed with paige and saw my old work friends and just had a good time. goddamn, it was cold, but it was worth it. i finally was able to tour the department of the interior and and i went to theodore roosevelt island for the first time since like freshman year. we even saw zoo lights and went to the christmas pop-up bar on 7th street again.

played basketball one time lmao

played jackbox countless times with my roommates and we made a few trips to jellyrolls, one of the best parts of disney world. i love to go there and sing and hear the piano.

spent new year’s eve at jellyrolls, coincidentally, where i stole a noisemaker and we all wore hats and sang “auld lang syne” when the clock struck midnight, just as you’re supposed to do.

laughed and cried while going through so many large life changes but still understanding that there is always some sort of constant in your life

drove more than i think i ever have before

went to several of the concerts they had for the food and wine festival -- saw people like air supply, starship, and the plain white t’s

listened to countless hours of music -- i think my most listened-to artists were springsteen, dylan, paul simon, maybe david cassidy, old crow medicine show, and lorde.

song of the year: “fare thee well (dink’s song),” marcus mumford and oscar isaac (from inside llewyn davis). it’s an incredible song to travel to.

was always conflicted about working for disney, but really became disgusted with the corporation the more i worked here. i will be happy to not work for them anymore when the time comes because it makes me so uncomfortable to be employed by an entity that doesn’t give a shit about its employees and milks every single fucking penny that it can out of its customers, all under the guise of being giving and magical by using terminology such as “interactions,” “magical moments,” and “guests”

considered my options after this is all over

loved the national park service and even wrote a capstone on it

2018 was the most eventful year of my life. i am not in school for the first time that i can remember; i have a degree. i travelled to more of the us than i ever knew really existed, i saw incredible concerts, and i met some truly wonderful people. but of course, the difficult moves that come along with a year like this were depressing. i knew i would be completely heartbroken when i had to leave the library back in august, but i didn’t realize how sorry i would also be to see my roommates go back to their homes at the end of their tenure at disney. it’s been 2 days, but i miss being able to hang out with them. to gain all the life experience i did, it was necessary to lose some really great parts of my old life. and that blew. but you get over it.

this year in review has taken me so long to write because i had so much to include that it seemed overwhelming to try to articulate it all. i think back to when i would wait until the night before a paper was due to start it, and i feel the same way. but the power in finishing it and having something tangible that points to a certain time in your life and explains the way you felt at that moment is like nothing else. even if the paper you write is shit, it never seems as bad (at least, to me) when you return to read through it a year or two later. it’s your thoughts set in stone, frozen in time. it’s a nice reminder. and i really enjoy writing these posts and i generally like what i write and how i say things, despite the inevitable procrastination in doing so.

i always think of “auld lang syne” when i do a year in review. sure, it’s a standard song for the new year and these year in reviews are written on or around the new year. but to write this, i have to think back to days gone by, before the year even started. and i get this feeling in my stomach of nostalgia and wistfulness (i’ve written about it before, i know) reflecting on the good ol days of these past 365 days and the times before them. we live in strange times right now, especially during what has become a two-week long (and counting!) partial government shutdown, but the memories of the warm past and the dreams of a better future are always going to be around to steady your head. without the abstract, how would we get to the concrete?

“we all cherish our children’s futures. and we are all mortal.”

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A Balkans Cycling Trip: Great Scenery! Ice-Cold Beer! And Bats and Land Mines?

My four friends and I rolled our bikes to a bar one sunny afternoon near the town of Zitomislici on the banks of the emerald green Neretva River in rural Bosnia. We stopped at Neretvansky Gusar, as the bar is called, to restock our water supply. There was only one problem: “I only have ice-cold beer,” apologized the longhaired proprietor, Nikola Bevanda, who prefers the nickname “Svabo,” slang for “The German.”

We looked at each other, and simultaneously dropped our bikes. A few minutes later, cans of cold beer in front of us on the outdoor picnic table, Svabo appeared, a half-empty bottle of off-brand Canadian whisky in hand, and the impromptu party was officially on. “It’s all rock ‘n’ roll,” he said. “That’s my life’s motto.”

Little did we know at the time that “rock ‘n’ roll” would be our motto, too — only much more literally — for this bike ride. It was the beginning of a three-day, two-wheeled journey through Bosnia. My four friends and I were pedaling the Ciro Trail, a two-year-old bike path that follows an old railway line from Mostar in Bosnia and Herzegovina to Dubrovnik in Croatia. When I’d heard the 100-mile trail is flanked by fields still littered with land mines, past abandoned villages, lifeless since the Balkan conflict of the early 1990s, and old railway stations, some of which have been converted to hotels and restaurants, I knew I had to do it.

The combination of recent history and Bosnia’s stunning natural beauty was appealing. As I told people about the upcoming trip, some friends were so intrigued they invited themselves along: Kim Barker, a reporter for The New York Times; Caroline Trefler, a guidebook editor; and the brothers Vedran and Darko Perojevic, owners and chefs of the Dubrovnik restaurant Azur. Ms. Barker and Ms. Trefler arrived fully prepared for the ride with proper equipment. The brothers Perojevic, having lugged fold-up electric bikes to Mostar for the ride, were decidedly less so. And I, the organizer of the trip, could have packed more than a few T-shirts, a baseball cap and swimming trunks. One aspect that helped, though, is that Ms. Barker, Ms. Trefler and I rented bikes from the Dubrovnik-based tour operator, Epic Croatia, which offers reasonably priced mountain bike rentals and a transfer (with the bikes) to Mostar so we could do the trail just one way.

And so here we were, one hour into the ride, and already off the bikes, imbibing Svabo’s ice-cold beer and taking turns wading into the cold Neretva River. It may have appeared counterproductive, but not racing through the trail was the point of it: We’d hop off the bikes when the spirit, or a beer-selling bar owner, inspired us to do so.

After a tour of the interior of the bar — the walls were crammed with a seemingly incongruent set of images of everyone from Jimi Hendrix to Marilyn Monroe to the Virgin Mary to the famously mustachioed Croatian crooner Miso Kovac — we were ready to recommence the bike ride. As we rode off, Svabo yelled, “Remember: it’s all rock ‘n’ roll.”

We were cruising through the town of Surmanci when we hit the brakes for an outdoor market. We were about four miles from the town of Medjugorje, where in 1981 six children claimed to have had a vision of the Virgin Mary, and the town has since been a major stop on the pilgrimage route. Surmanci was close enough to the holy village to get into the act of selling pilgrimage souvenirs. Women called to us to part with our money for beaded bracelets, images of the Virgin, and wooden crosses. “Lady!” they yelled repeatedly at our female companions. “Lady!” Kim bought a few knickknacks to give to friends back home. And she also acquired the nickname “Lady” for the rest of the trip.

After sleeping in the comfortable but no-frills Motel Jelcic in the unremarkable town of Capljina that night, we began day two by pedaling past sleepy villages and across rusty iron-lattice train bridges. The path would often gently curve along a mountainside, revealing its former self as a train line.

The first train chugged out of Dubrovnik toward Mostar on July 15, 1901 to great fanfare. Dignitaries from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, rulers of this domain at the time, as well as officials from Dubrovnik, Mostar and other cities, were seated in carriages as the train was met with cheering crowds in each small town and village. For the first time, parts of the interior of Bosnia and Herzegovina were no longer isolated. But in 1976, the rail line was deemed no longer financially feasible by the then-ruling Yugoslavian government and shut down.

These days it’s mostly foot-powered vehicles that chug along the trail, thanks to an effort by local bicycling clubs on both sides of the border to do something with this unused stretch of trail, and to help bring tourists to a part of Europe few outsiders see. About five miles into the day’s ride, we came to a fork. The signposts indicated we could take the easier paved route or power through the uphill gravel trail that directly follows the old rail line. We opted for the latter and were rewarded with views of Hutovo Blato, a 29-square-mile nature reserve that is mostly made up of marshland and tall, dark green, pyramid-shaped mountains, part of the Dinaric Alps. Pedaling mostly uphill and on tennis-ball-size chunks of white limestone was the “rock” portion to the previous day’s “roll.” It wasn’t easy but we stopped frequently to admire the surroundings.

At one point, we encountered 20-foot-tall walls of white limestone. Someone with a sense of humor had spray-painted on the stone “Beware of bloody vampires” in Bosnian. Vedran translated it and we all chuckled and shrugged. But then a few miles later, we got the “joke.” As we turned a corner, an ominous black passageway awaited us. Vedran and Darko led the way, pushing their bikes into the erstwhile train tunnel before completely disappearing into the blackness.

About halfway through the tunnel, still completely black save for Caroline’s flashlight, we began hearing a cacophony of high-pitched, squeaky, chirping noises. And it wasn’t our bicycles. We all paused. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up. What kind of army of creatures were awaiting us? Caroline pointed her flashlight up to the ceiling and we all screamed at the sight: hundreds of bats swirling just over our heads. We’d roused them from their sleep and they didn’t seem happy. Vedran was trying to play it cool, as we pushed our bikes faster through soft bat guano. My tire inadvertently rubbed against his calf and he let out a loud, panicked scream. We all laughed, lightening the mood. After we trudged through the 400-foot tunnel, we took a breather, relieved that none of us had been converted to vampires. Or so we hoped. Back on the bikes, we crossed the iron Stangerova Cuprija bridge.

There were nine more bat-filled train tunnels to go, but at least they offered a relief from the overwhelming heat. Any time clouds eclipsed the sun, offering a brief respite from its rays, it felt like an event. We encountered a German cyclist, fully decked out like he was on the Tour de France, going the opposite way, and our ragtag group peppered him with questions: How many more tunnels are there? When does the trail become paved again? And from Vedran: “When is the next place we can get beer?” The German looked at us a bit derisively and said, “About 25 more miles, I guess.”

A couple of hours (and those 25 miles) later, we cruised into Ravno and checked into our hotel, Stanica Ravno, a former railway station that opened as a hotel last year. The first thing we did, naturally, was plunk down at the outdoor restaurant and order a round of beers.

That night, our last in Bosnia before crossing the border, we feasted on grilled meat and sipped local wine at the hotel restaurant, happy our adventure with the bats was over. The following day we began by having coffee at Gostinica Zavala, a former train station that is now a restaurant. Inside was a black-and-white photo of the day the Ciro Train first pulled through the village of Zavala in 1901. The railway was flanked with hundreds of people cheering as the train chugged by. We cheered that the path in front of us was mostly paved and relatively flat.

Darko would occasionally stop to pick things off trees and plants on the side of the trail — sour cherries, hibiscus, mulberries, oregano — and offer it to us. A perk of traveling with a chef. We followed the long, gentle curve that stretched along the side of Popova Polje, one of the largest valleys in Bosnia. Here the road signs began to change from the Latin alphabet to the Cyrillic. We were now entering Republika Srpska, a quasi-autonomous strip of Bosnian-Serb land that was the result of a compromise that ended the Bosnian War at the Dayton Accords in 1995.

Just after passing through the village of Hum, a haunting hodgepodge of grazing cows and abandoned 19th-century buildings, many of which were in a state of disrepair (and where apparently about 10 people still reside), we began seeing ominous signs on the side of the trail brandished with a skull and crossbones and the word “MINE” written in Cyrillic. Then we came upon a group of guys, some wearing what looked like bulletproof jackets, standing around smoking and chatting. It turns out they were part of a Bosnian team from Norwegian People’s Aid, an N.G.O .that locates and defuses land mines.

The group’s leader, Nerven Stonic, said, “We’re trying to rid this area of land mines with the hope to open it up to tourism — making it better for people like you to ride through.” That’s when Vedran asked if they had any water. “If we did,” Mr. Stonic said, “we’d certainly offer it to you.” Vedran responded, “How about an ice-cold beer?” Mr. Stonic laughed and said, “That would be great, but in our line of work, it would be seriously questionable if we drank alcohol on the job.”

The guys picked up their metal detectors and went back to work and we picked up our bikes and pedaled the last five or so miles before reaching the Bosnian-Croatian border. In the now-abandoned town of Uskopje, we went by the old railway station, now populated by cows. They watched us bike by, seemingly unfazed by our presence, and then, in the town of Ivanica, we reached the border, experiencing that odd feeling of being on a bike sandwiched between revving automobiles.

After a quick stamp of our passports, we coasted down a steep paved path that delivered us right into Gruz Harbor in Dubrovnik. We sailed past the former railway station, where the Ciro Train first made its inaugural journey, and right into the bar at the new craft brewery, The Dubrovnik Beer Company, where we had one last celebratory ice-cold beer. “It’s all rock ‘n’ roll,” we said, and clinked our pint glasses.

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This is each club's biggest offseason need

Now that the World Series has concluded, the Hot Stove will be ignited when more than 100 players hit the free-agent market. The biggest headlines will center around Manny Machado and Bryce Harper, but only two teams (or maybe one if all this "The Phillies can actually get both of them!" talk is for real) will be fitting those superstars for uniforms.

But the coming weeks and months will be an opportunity for all 30 teams to make themselves better for the 2019 season, whether they're swimming in the deep end of the free-agent pool or wading in the shallow end. The beauty of free agency is that there are all types of players available depending on what a team's needs are.

With that in mind, here's a look at each team's biggest need as they embark on another interesting offseason.

American League East

Blue Jays: Starting pitching Toronto starters ranked 28th in the Majors with a 5.14 ERA, and although prospects Thomas Pannone and Sean Reid-Foley could get a look in the No. 5 spot, the Blue Jays figure to add at least one starter from outside the organization this offseason. Potential FA targets: Wade Miley, Derek Holland, Jeremy Hellickson

Orioles: Starting pitching Orioles starters posted a 5.48 ERA last season, the worst in MLB. Although Baltimore figures to be in the beginning stages of a rebuilding process, the Orioles will still need to send a starter to the mound every five days. Dylan Bundy, Alex Cobb and Andrew Cashner will occupy the first three spots, leaving two holes in the rotation. And that's assuming none of them are traded, which is a bold assumption. Potential FA targets: Hellickson, Holland, Jaime Garcia

Rays: Versatile arms Given Tampa Bay's frequent use of an "opener" rather than a traditional starter, what would be surprising this offseason would be for the Rays to go out and spend money on traditional starters, especially with prospects Brent Honeywell, Jose De Leon and Anthony Banda all slated to return from elbow surgery by the second half of the 2019 season. Potential FA targets: Bud Norris, David Phelps, Adam Warren

Red Sox: Closer Craig Kimbrel is a free agent, though his asking price might be higher than president of baseball operations Dave Dombrowski is willing to pay given the arbitration raises due to Mookie Betts, Xander Bogaerts and Jackie Bradley Jr., among others. Potential FA targets: Kimbrel, Zach Britton, David Robertson

Video: What is the free-agent outlook for Craig Kimbrel?

Yankees: Starting pitching The Yankees are believed to be enamored with Patrick Corbin, who ranks as the No. 1 free-agent starter on the market (unless Clayton Kershaw opts out, of course). The Yankees could bring back free agents J.A. Happ and/or CC Sabathia. A trade for a controllable starter also remains in play. Potential FA targets: Corbin, Happ, Dallas Keuchel

AL Central

Indians: Outfield The bullpen could be a priority given the free-agent status of both Andrew Miller and Cody Allen, but with Michael Brantley also headed for the open market, the Indians will be on the lookout for his potential replacement. Potential FA targets: Andrew McCutchen, Adam Jones, Brett Gardner

Video: Brantley enters free agency after All-Star season

Royals: Relief pitching The Royals' 5.04 bullpen ERA ranked 29th in MLB, ahead of only the Marlins. Considering that Kansas City's 2014-15 World Series teams were built largely on the strength of strong bullpens, it would make sense for general manager Dayton Moore to bolster his relief corps, rather than spending on starters. Potential FA targets: Cody Allen, Joe Kelly, Justin Wilson

Tigers: Starting pitching Detroit needs a new shortstop and possibly another outfielder, but adding a starting pitcher or two would appear to be the Tigers' most glaring need. Just as they did last offseason with Mike Fiers and Francisco Liriano, the Tigers could target rebound candidates. Potential FA targets: Clay Buchholz, Lance Lynn, Marco Estrada

Twins: Relief pitching Say this much for the Twins: Their pitching staff was consistent in 2018. Minnesota's rotation ranked 22nd in the Majors with a 4.54 ERA, while its bullpen ranked 22nd with a 4.45 ERA. After trading Ryan Pressly and Fernando Rodney, the bullpen needs a makeover, so expect the Twins to be active on that front. Potential FA targets: Allen, Jeurys Familia, Kelvin Herrera

White Sox: Pitching Chicago could be a year away from really making a splash on the free-agent market, though it's possible GM Rick Hahn takes a run at a big-ticket item such as Machado. Still, adding one or two starters, one or two relievers -- or all of the above -- are believed to be the priority. Potential FA targets: Keuchel, Anibal Sanchez, Gio Gonzalez

AL West

Angels: Pitching Although the Angels will be in the market for both a first baseman and a catcher, the most pressing need is clearly pitching. With no true No. 1 starter as Shohei Ohtani recovers from Tommy John surgery, the Angels could take a run at either Corbin or Keuchel. Corbin was drafted by the Angels in the second round in 2009 before being traded the following year in a deal for Dan Haren. Potential FA targets: Corbin, Keuchel, Happ

Video: Patrick Corbin enters free agency

Astros: Catcher The Astros are one of the few teams that won't be desperately looking to add pitching. Who will be behind the plate to catch those pitchers, on the other hand, is an unanswered question. Martin Maldonado is a free agent, while Brian McCann's $15 million option figures to be declined by Houston. The Astros could try to pry J.T. Realmuto away from the Marlins in a trade, or pursue one of the available free agents. Potential FA targets: Yasmani Grandal, Wilson Ramos, Kurt Suzuki

Athletics: Starting pitching The Athletics boasted the third-best bullpen ERA in the game last season at 3.37, though midseason acquisitions Rodney, Familia and Shawn Kelley may all leave via free agency. The rotation will be without ace Sean Manaea following Tommy John surgery, while Trevor Cahill, Edwin Jackson and Brett Anderson are all free agents. Potential FA targets: Sabathia, Gonzalez, Holland

Mariners: Center fielder Wait, didn't the Mariners acquire Dee Gordon last winter to play center field? Yes, though things changed when Robinson Cano was suspended last season, prompting the club to move Gordon to second base, where he looked far more comfortable. Cano is back, but Seattle could move him to first base or DH, depending on whether Nelson Cruz returns with a new contract. The Mariners liked what they saw from Denard Span during his 94 games with the team in 2018, making him a possibility to return. Potential FA targets: Span, Gardner, Jones

Rangers: Starting pitching The rotation is the top priority for Texas, which currently has Mike Minor slotted into one spot and questions concerning the other four. GM Jon Daniels could look to both the trade and free-agent market to fill those holes, though the Rangers seem unlikely to spend big money for another year, as their new ballpark is slated to open for the 2020 season. Potential FA targets: Nathan Eovaldi, Gonzalez, Hyun-Jin Ryu

National League East

Braves: Catcher The Braves have made no secret of their desire to add a starting catcher, namely Realmuto, whom they tried to acquire both last winter and again in July. Atlanta has money to spend, with both Harper and Kimbrel lining up as potential targets. But Realmuto remains the apple of Atlanta's eye, while other free-agent catchers could serve as consolation prizes. Potential FA targets: Ramos, Grandal, McCann

Video: Bowman: Braves could pursue Realmuto trade

Marlins: First baseman Last summer's trade of Justin Bour left the Marlins with no firm plan at first base for the short- or long-term, with Peter O'Brien and Garrett Cooper representing the current options. None of MLB Pipeline's Top 30 Marlins prospects are first basemen, so Miami figures to target a stopgap at the position until they can either develop one or find one in a trade. Potential FA targets: Lucas Duda, Logan Morrison, Mark Reynolds

Video: Lucas Duda once again a free agent for 2019

Mets: Relief pitching When the Mets dealt Familia to Oakland last summer, it left a big hole at the back end of the bullpen. With several top-tier relievers available on the free-agent market, the Mets could make a splash with a new ninth-inning specialist. Seth Lugo, Robert Gsellman and Anthony Swarzak represent for the only certainties in the bullpen, so it's likely the Mets will target more than one established relief arm this winter. Potential FA targets: Kimbrel, Britton, Miller, Familia

Video: Zach Britton set to enter free agency in 2019

Nationals: Starting pitching The Nationals' entire offseason plan likely hinges on what happens with Harper. If Washington signs him, it may be tough to spend a lot elsewhere. If Harper leaves town, the Nationals should be able to pursue one or two other free agents, namely starting pitchers to insert behind Max Scherzer, Stephen Strasburg and Tanner Roark. Potential FA targets: Corbin, Happ, Keuchel

Video: Harper enters free agency after 7 seasons with Nats

Phillies: Impact bat The Phillies are expected to be one of the most active teams in this winter's free-agent market as they look to upgrade both their lineup and their defense. The Phillies will be swimming in the deep end of the free-agent pool, so expect to hear plenty of talk about the two biggest names out there: Machado and Harper. Potential FA targets: Harper, Machado, A.J. Pollock

Video: Manny Machado set to test waters of free agency

NL Central

Brewers: Relief pitching The Brewers' bullpen was certainly a strength despite falling short of the World Series, and while it might make more sense to pursue a top-notch starter such as Corbin, Milwaukee might be better served by adding another relief arm or two to the relatively low-cost trio of Josh Hader, Corey Knebel and Jeremy Jeffress. Potential FA targets: Kimbrel, Familia, Joakim Soria

Cardinals: Impact bat The Cardinals need a big bat in the middle of the lineup, ideally at third base or in right field. Of course, the two most prolific players on the market are Machado (a shortstop who has played most of his career at third base) and Harper, a right fielder. Harper is a better fit given his left-handed bat, though it remains to be seen whether St. Louis will be willing to shell out the kind of money it will take to land either superstar. Then again, the Cardinals were willing to take on Giancarlo Stanton's contract a year ago via trade, so anything is possible. Potential FA targets: Harper, Machado, Josh Donaldson

Cubs: Starting pitching This might seem strange after the Cubs spent $164 million on Yu Darvish and Tyler Chatwood last winter, but Chicago was forced to make a midseason trade for Cole Hamels to bolster their rotation for the second half of the season. Hamels has a $20 million option, which would lock him up for one year, but one way or another, Chicago will target a starter. Potential FA targets: Hamels, Eovaldi, Miley

Pirates: Shortstop Infield prospect Kevin Newman didn't appear ready for primetime during his six-week stint in the Majors (.478 OPS), so Pittsburgh will surely look for a veteran stopgap to help ease the transition for the 25-year-old. Longtime shortstop Jordy Mercer is a free agent, but he could be re-signed to fill that role. Potential FA targets: Mercer, Adeiny Hechavarria, Jose Iglesias

Reds: Starting pitching The Reds appear primed to spend some money on the rotation this offseason as they seek their first winning season since 2013. With a number of mid-rotation options available in free agency, Cincinnati should be able to upgrade without breaking the bank. Potential FA targets: Matt Harvey, Sanchez, Lynn

Video: CIN@CHC: Harvey strikes out 6 over 6 scoreless frames

NL West

D-backs: Starting pitching Most expect Corbin to move on from Arizona, leaving a huge void atop the D-backs' rotation. Unless they can somehow move a huge portion of Zack Greinke's contract -- he's still owed $104.5 million -- it seems far-fetched that the D-backs would shell out big bucks for a pitcher, especially if they opt to let Corbin walk. Potential FA targets: Happ, Miley, James Shields

Video: SEA@ARI: Greinke fans 6 over 6 2/3 fantastic frames

Dodgers: Relief pitching The Dodgers didn't do much to replace Brandon Morrow and Tony Watson after they left last season via free agency, but Los Angeles is likely to address its bullpen this offseason. Having reset their luxury tax by keeping the payroll beneath the Competitive Balance Tax threshold, the Dodgers will have plenty of money to spend if they so choose. Note: Should Kershaw exercise his opt-out clause, he'll immediately become the team's top priority. Potential FA targets: Miller, Adam Ottavino, Britton

Giants: Impact bat The Giants have been mentioned as often as any team this side of D.C. any time Harper's name has come up, making San Francisco a popular pick for the former NL MVP's eventual landing spot. The Giants need to add an impact bat, and few are as impactful as Harper. The one snag? The Giants have more than $150 million committed to nine players. Potential FA targets: Harper, Pollock, Donaldson

Padres: Starting pitching All five spots in the rotation are pretty much up for grabs, so Padres GM A.J. Preller has his work cut out for him this offseason. With 10 players on MLB Pipeline's Top 100 Prospects list, San Diego could try to make a big splash on the trade market -- Noah Syndergaard, perhaps? -- though the Padres figure to look for a mid-level free-agent arm or two, as well. Potential FA targets: Hellickson, Holland, Gonzalez

Rockies: Impact bat Ian Desmond's versatility means the Rockies can look for a bat in the outfield or at first base, though Ryan McMahon is hoping to get his shot at the latter. DJ LeMahieu is also a free agent, meaning second base could be in play, as well. Potential FA targets: Brantley, Marwin Gonzalez, Daniel Murphy

Mark Feinsand, an executive reporter, originally joined MLB.com as a reporter in 2001.

Source: https://www.mlb.com/news/analyzing-each-clubs-biggest-offseason-need/c-299810886

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This is each club's biggest offseason need

With that in mind, here's a look at each team's biggest need as they embark on another interesting offseason.

American League East

Video: What is the free-agent outlook for Craig Kimbrel?

AL Central

Video: Brantley enters free agency after All-Star season

AL West

Video: Patrick Corbin enters free agency

National League East

Video: Bowman: Braves could pursue Realmuto trade

Video: Lucas Duda once again a free agent for 2019

Video: Zach Britton set to enter free agency in 2019

Video: Harper enters free agency after 7 seasons with Nats

Video: Manny Machado set to test waters of free agency

NL Central

Video: CIN@CHC: Harvey strikes out 6 over 6 scoreless frames

NL West

Video: SEA@ARI: Greinke fans 6 over 6 2/3 fantastic frames

Mark Feinsand, an executive reporter, originally joined MLB.com as a reporter in 2001.

Source: https://www.mlb.com/news/analyzing-each-clubs-biggest-offseason-need/c-299810886

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