You sweet summer games child.

Not all of California—just the Bay. And even then, it’s just SF. And it is.

It’s true. There’s a reason why when someone learns to “cook,” it almost always starts off with Italian.

I know a lot of people wonder what the hell happened to hip hop, but there are tons of artists out there making some dope ass shit. They’re just hard—the same as it’s always been. One of my favorites that give me a feel of the 90s is Pro Era.

Their best song. Bought the album the same day I heard it. Shit fell off the tracks right quick on the second album and it’s been crashing ever since, but they’ll always have this song.

Beijing 2022

Roll. Tide.

And he is, therefore, a lucky man and, undoubtedly, a gentleman and scholar. We should all be so fortunate.

That’s a shit zoo.

You first. I insist.

Still peanuts compared to the City.

There, there, Tom.

Wahlberg is to Boston what Trump is to New York.

What makes everyone think LeBron isn’t cool with Dray or Steph? On-court stuff? That’s just competing. Everything I’ve seen from their off-court stuff shows they’re at cool with each other and very well might be friends.

Try rolling through a West Coast rap song without a ‘64 Impala and see where you end up. Are there superfluous car call outs in rap? Yes. Are car call out in rap fundamental? Jeah.

And your mother is....oh, wait....

Bedtime, grandpa fellah.

Our local Arby’s is located down the block from Little Lucca, something that means nothing to most of you, but is fucking hilarious for anyone who knows the joy that is a Lucca sandwich slathered in the garlic and jalapeno sauces.

The robbery of Kim Yuna was highway, but she, of course, rose above it and ended her career on a gracious note. That figure skating judging is highly suspect is obvious, but it was the brazenness of the Russian judge, in Russia, with Putin in attendance, that was head-shakingly laughable.

The fouled team gets the free-throws plus possession.