Carlisle doesn't have to explain it if he doesn't want to. Asking about that stuff may be what sports reporters do, but they aren't owed answers for everything that happens.

Agree - it doesn't have to be anyone else's business. It is sometimes hard to articulate that, and reporters are famously the dumbest, most entitled, sanctimonious bitches around.

Jesus titty-fucking christ. That burger paragraph, Drew. I mean, I know you got unfat recently, but that's just fucking temporary, isn't it? And I REALLY want a burger now.

I appreciated all the gratuitous and completely unnecessary writhing of its tentacles as it dragged its prey back to water. Yeah, it knows what it is. If I were a slimy tentacled hellspawn I'd do a lot of gratuitous writhing too.

"And so you see, this park is for me. Nobody else will be allowed in."

4.) Outdated Speed Limits

If you're going to jizz on your computers

"You're making the mistake of using logic and reason,"

I give this piece my lowest grade ever: 7 thumbs up.

It took an heroic effort of superhuman will, but I was somehow able to overcome this Moehringer rimjob to keep disliking him for being a slumlord and a fucking awful human being.

That was an awesome email of the week. What a sweet, weird kid. The fact that he handled the rejection well is just fantastic. I sincerely hope he isn't some pissed off lonely neckbeard now. He deserves better.

No. Go away.

I'm in no way an NPD denier. I'm sorry to hear your story. I'm also sorry for the original poster if the story is true (should I force myself to believe it? Why?). But more than anything else, I'm a skeptic about one-sided stories, as as well as the use of the word narcissist, which feels greatly overused.

I laughed at how apparently personal you took that. So everyone you can't get along with is a narcissist? Maybe you should try a psychologist or psychiatrist instead.

Exactly. I know a few people like that too.

Cheerful reminder: accusations of narcissism usually come from other narcissists. I don't know the situation and neither does anyone else besides what a single person who might have just gotten spanked more than her friends did told you. Hurray!

God I loved Albert Belle. He was an impossible out, and a gigantic over-competitive asshole, and as least as talented as some of the other amazing 1990s hitters, like Griffey, Jr, Thomas, and Bonds. His baseball cards were always my favorites. Also, robbed of at least one MVP.

I can only speak for this one-person segment of the Beer Internet, but it prefers instead to have a nice buzz over any alcohol-related anger. That said, I fully appreciate being an insufferable snob about damn near everything else. *tips fedora*

It is consistently amusing that NBA footage from the 90s was shot on early 20th century equipment.

Uh, this hit way too close to home for me.