...it’s finally time to reboot NBA Jam.
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No, Arnheim has a point. If Jackie Gleason had been lining up a winning shot in The Hustler, but lost to Paul Newman because he violated some carom rule from Korean bumper pool, it would have wrecked the scene. If Harry Potter had beaten Voldemort in their duel because the Dark Lord insisted on casting Avada Kedabra…
The bridge is on your jersies, then the bridge is your turf. That makes it fair game to be used in motivational material against you.
(phone rings)
Oh, shit! Shitshitshitshitshit! You’re 100% right. I fucked that up, my bad.
Not a great, or even good player, certainly. And tweeting out a thinly-disguised gun threat against his old school definitely puts him in bad company as a human being.
...Ezekiel Elliot, Dante Fowler, T.J. McDonald. I get your point.
That is...weird and unexpected.
To be fair, a tryout with the Gruden and Mayock Raiders, is that really a NFL job offer?
Bruno Mars is an adorable, pocket-sized, smooth-steppin’ Filipino charm bracelet of a singer, and you say unkind things about him at your peril. The arguably best Super Bowl halftime performer in history* deserves some damn respect.
Egads. Right there with you on the mansion thing. That sort of place needs high walls, patrolled by gunmen in suits and 1980s-influenced hairstyles.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Say what?
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The young people have it right: In this era, the most appropriate term for one’s emission is “skeet.”
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John Goodman makes the best RexTillerson:
Blast Thickchest!
I hate that stupid space turtle.
Irvine Meadows Amphitheater, just like you! And if you were a SoCal local, I bet you saw Oingo Boingo there, possibly a couple-few times... Irvine was always good for a Boingo Halloween show, occasionally with their original horn section.
Great festival, with best jerk chicken I’ve ever tasted to this day. Favorite moments: