Me thinks the Cards need a little lesson in manners. Knocking your guests out of first place is not appropriate behavior for a host. And to help the Red Sox in the process is just flat out antisocial behavior.

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Just seeing him chugging tequila like that gives me a headache and diarrhea

Where have you gone Ricky Bell? Oh shit, sorry man... How about Mario van Peebles instead.

John Rocker's copy of 'Jungle Fever'

How about the Charlotte Noodlers? I've always been fascinated with that aspect of southern 'culture'

Who is Pork Chop Pough, Alex?

I have that SI! It's in my massive pile of shit that I've saved for some reason.

Darryl Dawkins used to come into a place where I tended bar. He was a great guy. He was fun to have around, everyone liked to hear his stories, and he was very generous to the help. And based on seeing him pick up the tab for the large parties he was with, I'd say he was very generous to his friends and family also.

What a divisive topic, on par with abortion and the death penalty...

Makes me glad a good guy (at least I think he's a good guy) and a great receiver like Art Monk finally got into the Hall.

I don't have Dumatrait, but Jair Jurrjens is working out nicely for me Plus, is that not the best name in baseball right now?

Star probably has that fat girl mentality... "I gotta sex him up better than anyone else or I will lose him!" So maybe the freak show she throws at him really speaks to whatever bizarre fetish he has now that regular sex is boring to him.

@Juancho:

So many of Seinfeld's crazy situations could've been solved if they only had a cell phone. Remember George at the Chinese restaurant? And all the other ones?

Jamie Moyer fought Max Schmelling?

This could be part of an elaborate dance routine. I'm guessing they are a new breed of cheerleader, "The Cheer Dudes" They're just like you and me, but they dance and cheer.

Damn, when he played his first game I was a 14 year old geek.

A nice prom story... my best friend was absolutely hammered before we went to dinner. At dinner at a pretty nice restaurant in Washington DC, he puked all over himself. We thought he was down for the night, but his second wind kicked in and he waltzed into the dance near the end wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I think…

I can't even tell you how often I use the line "it's a fucking playground for the cocksuckers" at work. It comes up, like, all the time.