No way. I’m much more of a Steve McNair type. I start off fabulous, however my ending is tragic.

What is MLB? A sandwich?

DAMN! Yeah you are right! The few times I dropped acid, I was a little afraid to look too deeply into the mirror.

Nothing keeping you here, we won’t miss you.

I moved to Columbia from So Cal a year ago (poor choice). I’ve been continually amazed at the subtle and blatant racism I see every day. Missouri is stuck in the past, even in the most progressive city in the racist state.

And much respect to Deadspin for not letting this one go and publishing what they have.

Good Kinja.

Rolling Stone:

I was there. Unlike anything I've ever been apart of. Bumper to bumper traffic 30 minutes away from downtown. 15-20 people deep is right. Every tree was occupied with people trying to get a better view. A little disappointed they couldn't get the players on top of buses or something but instead in truck beds

I’m not sure if that’s a challenge won. A newspaper op-ed from a town outside of Wichita in 2013 says it all:

WTF?

I agree, I should have just said “most people”. I like to be an optimist and assume the best of people, but I always get let down.

Eh, it’s hard to tell. It could have been flushed at close range by a dog and handler. As another commenter pointed out, pheasants raised for hunting on game reserves will let hunters get much closer to them than wild birds will. In any case, as “hunting” goes, it’s hardly stalking a bear with a knife in your teeth.

Maybe you noticed, Simmons left Grantland months ago. A lot of good people just lost their jobs, and our industry just lost a lot of good paying work opportunities.

This sucks, so, so much.

Everyone has a story, darling. My meditation teacher used to say: your broken arm doesn’t heal my broken heart. That is your broken arm may, in actual reality, be worse but my broken heart still hurts.

Take that crap to gawker or jezebel