That’s OK, we’re a women’s soccer country.

Fair enough. I tend to remember the J.D. Drew who played in 2004 for the Braves and was an absolute joy to watch in every facet of the game.

Not to take the focus off Bengie, but JD Drew was a pretty brilliant defensive outfielder.

Reacting to an extension is always tough as a fan. You want to evaluate its impact on the franchise, the salary cap implications...and yet it’s really hard to move beyond, “I get to watch Justin Houston for a few more seasons! Yay!”

Urban Meyer doesn’t have fun. His personality reflects the full, vivid rainbow of intensity, from “Insanely Intense” to “Quietly Brooding Intense.”

I know she’s a creepy, violent, drunken asshole, but god save me, I can’t get over how beautiful Hope Solo is. Shallow Andrew is not easily defeated.

I had a pretty big man-crush on Trent Green when he was the Chiefs’ quarterback.

The argument went exactly as expected.

In general, I’ve found that multi-national corporations are oddly unmoved by my grandiloquent proclamations of self-actualization.

Snyder’s of Hanover Sourdough Nibblers. God, I can inhale a bag of those.

-Isiah Thomas

I’m particularly amused by the people who apparently think they can make enough noise on the comment section at YouTube to force John Oliver into starting his show next week with an abject apology.

Considering the pittance minor leaguers get for meal money, that’s not nothing.

We need The State U Corgis:

My philosophy on cunnilingus has always been that it’s largely a matter of attitude. You’ve got to want to be down there- it has to be something you enjoy, not a task you’re putting in time on before you get to the real fun stuff.

I had an (American) friend many, many years ago who used to earnestly and passionately complain about Brianna Scurry cheating off the line in that shootout in the 1999 World Cup final.

Though that would be an interesting approach to marketing.

An excellent point, Dolly Dothraki.

Somehow I “read” that logo right to left, which makes it look like a sad, crooked-mouth, inverted Pac-Man.

I imagine these Bark in the Park promotional days are annoying as hell for the ballpark custodial staff, but damned if I don’t think they’re the coolest recurring promotions in recent baseball history.