Maybe you should refrain from calling Texans any sort of bovine. They can get quite teste you know. (Personally, were I a steer I wouldn’t mind being mistaken for a bull now and then.)
Maybe you should refrain from calling Texans any sort of bovine. They can get quite teste you know. (Personally, were I a steer I wouldn’t mind being mistaken for a bull now and then.)
Looks to me like Kiko was taking lessons from Grayson Allen in the offseason.
REALLY? I did not know that. Maybe that’s why all my dealers in the 80's loved to give me “real special deals”.
For us it was Acapulco Gold at $40/ounce. And it was probably the same shit that was sold to your uncle as Panama Red.
And then months later the internet comment person, who thinks baseball is silly and is just a job - not an entertainment for millions of people, feels the need and put it in proper perspective. Even though their proper perspective would realistically mean it’s not worth commenting in the first place.
Or maybe they were laughing inappropriately at Howard’s predicament and it didn’t necessarily have to do with the accuser being gay or trans. And the writer tossed the ‘trans’ in there as his little description. That would fit with how quickly the Atlantic tossed the description.
“NCAA Football (& Basketball) coaches can not fail, they can only be failed”
“Why can’t they tolerate my intolerance?”
I want to agree. It want to say - “Pay attention, this is not working out for your type these days, is it?”. But then I worry that we’re seeing the exceptions and shit like this is still working out on the whole. God I hope not.
Choir kids from a Wisconsin public high school? Being there to see that asshole booed was the highlight of their musical careers (so far).
You’re spot on. Senior year of high school he got ‘recruited’ by his friends to be the lacrosse goalie. He’d never played lacrosse before, but they were just happy to have someone who didn’t mind getting hit by the ball. There were places where hockey goalies had pads that lacrosse goalies didn’t. After a few awful…
My kid was a hockey goalie. Success was letting the puck hit you. He loved it. So in a pickup baseball game his uncle pitched one and he stood there and took in the ribs. Didn’t budge. Of course he learned right quick that pads made a difference. And my brother looked at me and asked “Didn’t you ever teach this kid to…
It is an Ann Arbor tradition after all.
Ooh, that took me a minute...
Stephen, shouldn’t you have a ‘not’ in the last phrase of the first sentence? As in “Smith truly believes that... posing in Confederate artifacts is not racist.” Or are my reading skills just out of whack this morning?
Adding “our insurmountable rhythm or graceful aging” to my list.
That’s exactly what my town does also with residential permits. Two per address at a reasonable rate (covering costs), one (or two?) more for a premium. That’s it, problem solved.