Mango Mussolini with Clam Sauce is my go-to meal at Bertucci’s.

If they did, they were wise to keep it a secret.

The Phillies once scouted me, and I’ve never played baseball in my life. So take that for what it’s worth.

A reporter once asked Ty Cobb how well he’d hit against modern pitchers, and Cobb replied, “about .300.” When asked why he’d only hit .300, Cobb said, “You’ve got to remember, I’m seventy-three.”

Can’t it be two things?

That’s a real Eastbound-and-Downer.

I was thinking that, too. My first thought was, naively,“Where are the cabs on those things?”

I think it’s next to the Branchricktionary.

Come on, he ordered the shirts and everything! I say we let him slide.

It’s time for the New York Post Mike Lupica Headline Game!

The lesson, in brief: Don’t kindle your books, Kindle your books.

That about sums it up!

I do agree with your argument that the two situations are not comparable in terms of the circumstances and timing. I guess I just wanted to say that even without the stars we’d hoped to see, we still had a fun experience watching the game.

That’s true; Isaiah had the day off and it would have been cool to see him play, but I can now say that I’ve seen enough of Jae Crowder and Kelly Olynyk to last me a lifetime. Those two were a pain in the ass all day.

Not likely he will, but even Stauskas had a somewhat decent game yesterday!

I took my 9-year-old son to his first Sixers game yesterday (no, that doesn’t qualify as child abuse; not this year, anyway). Despite the fact that we knew going in we would not get to see Ben Simmons or Joel Embiid, the pure spectacle of a live basketball game — with all the attendant bells, whistles, thunder sticks,…

The correlating statistic for BoFA is the “Franchise-Rated Offensive Maturation, Utilized Near Desired Average.”

Oh, hell no. So she was biting the cap to get it off the magic marker? Jesus. That’s like two parent’s nightmares in one.

I AM FUCKING CRAZY

If I were you, I’d own up to that “nanny-pegging” fetish of yours.