I got called by a colleague I was, at most, somewhat acquainted with, at 11:00PM, to come pick him up in Fell’s Point because he’d just gotten a chest tattoo of Ft. McHenry and the Maryland flag, had gotten wasted to kill the pain, and was unable to drive home.

Not in our hearts!

Choose your second, then, and I will choose mine. I will meet you on the beach at the stroke of 10, and I will have satisfaction, sir.

Truth has no place here! But yeah, Angelos and his family seem to be decent people(?) with philanthropy and pro bono work and stuff. I just blame him for the baseball woes.

In chicken, yes.

also the Maryland flag sucks

It’s not a nightmare. I work there weekends occasionally. It’s a lower-middle-class/upper-lower-class area that has a lot of things wrong with it, but honestly the people there are not that different from demographically similar people other places. However, they do have a giant sewage treatment plant that makes the…

Yeah, I thought about grading Schmuck at “ok,” but I figured he gets a handicap for his name.

It’s the Staten Island of Baltimore.

Fuck Steve Bisciotti who passed on Kaepernick because he was afraid of the mouth breathing, purple-camo-zubaz-wearing, cornhole-playing, Bay-side-of-the-Eastern-Shore-preferring sons of bitches who toss this state into a GOP governorship whenever they get bored.

I don’t know if the headline has since been edited, but it now reads “...Finally Publicly Apologizes...”

This moment was sort of a synecdoche for the O"s entire game today.

Mostly missing. We call him "Murray the Stump"

I learned what it feels like to almost break my nose, for sure.

No Gretsch? Why do you hate guitars?

This is good but also I eternally curse it for altering the last line (from the story) into something totally at odds with what it was meant to be.

I feel really dirty when I have the O’s on and my five-year-old clearly wants to root for whichever team is winning (the non-O’s) and I am slowly and surely pushing him into a life of disappointment and regret.

I’ve been googling a while and am increasingly sure it’s in the collection “3 Moments of an Explosion,” but the titles are super non-indicative, so who knows.

Yeah it was not a good week.

I barely remember seeing this film, unfortunately, because I watched it on DVD within a day or two of watching Todd Solondz’s “Happiness,” and my hatred for that other movie has utterly obliterated any fondness I might have had for Magnolia.