One thing I've noticed about Vox and how "the ingredients for disaster are hardwired into the site's design," as Kevin aptly observes: the site's mission basically offers an implicit promise of newsroom immunity that enables writers who are venturing outside their expertise to make mistakes and correct them later.

I like that combination of being happily weird and giving no fucks.

I second that. If a tiger teaches you to dance, the moves are quality.

He name-dropped Calvin and Hobbes. In a dancing context. I'm ok with this.

Well duh, Tom. If you're suspended all you *can* do is just hang.

"Yup...these are my overlords."

Ray Rice gets two weeks (initially).

It all made sense as soon as I read "Adams Morgan." No further explanation necessary.

What the fuck is Massvania?

I genuinely appreciate this.

Wrong side of the commonwealth. Eastern PA is Yuengling country, western PA drinks IC Lite, which is just fermented steel mill runoff.

You fucked up the "keep your daughter off the pole" reference. Don't blame other people because you are shitty at 20 year old jokes.

It saddens me that Narragansett is not as readily available as PBR in my zip code. It makes me think of eating raw oysters on the beach in Maine.

This is basically my "old man yells at cloud" moment, but 10 years ago you used to be able to get PBR or Old Style for way cheaper than it is now, like 9-10 bucks for a case. I'm guessing inflation/ingredient prices are to blame for the price increase but it seemed to be far less popular then, so that's what I'm going…

How would a horse even catch a Porsche to arrest him?

Dammit. I had my "bailed out by Evgeni Malkin again?" joke loaded and ready to go.

It was like having a drawer full of spoons when all you needed was a fork.

That's because you are smart.

Thank you for the correct use of the '-AH' construction to convey a Boston accent.

I was one of those journos on the receiving end of Paspatis' packets of newspaper clippings. They were laced with the incoherent scribble of an obsessed former athlete—the "LACES OUT, DAN" brand—not simply a "bitter" kicker. McKenna knows this, because he received the same packets. A disgruntled kicker calling a…