Mark Davis always looks like a former child star who’s fallen on hard times.

This is how the pros do it. #Yahtzee

Reminds me of one the best exchanges from A Hard Day’s Night:

And if it HAS to be a specific song, couldn’t it be “Just A Gigolo?”

It’s kind of a prerequisite, is it not?

I’ve gotten hooked on rugby sevens, myself. The pace of play is excellent.

The real shame is that, despite being rugby union, Edwards’ try was only worth four points at the time, regardless of how goddamned transcendent it was. And he was probably kicking himself (no pun intended) for missing on the conversion, too.

That reminds me! It’s time for my annual enjoyment of this radio segment:

“WHY? Why did my parents name me that? Curse you, Mr. and Mrs. Source!”

I’ve been following Deadspin faithfully since 2005. (Jesus, really? Huh.) I’ve even been fortunate enough, thanks to Will, to add some of my own crappy, amateur writing to the old “Pants Party” catalog. (Pete Gaines, aka “petejayhawk” and I contributed factoids for our respective alma maters — Kansas and Villanova —…

I love this show more than any other. It’s the TV equivalent of comfort food.

“...at the end, Goodell slid across the table a lapel pin in the shape of the NFL’s red, white and blue shield. A decade later, Smith, 55, sees the gesture, ostensibly a welcome to the league, as condescending.”

Until I read this review, I could have sworn the bomb’s voice was Peter Serafinowicz, who would have made a welcome return to the show.

My first thought on seeing Funbeak: “Holy shit! It’s Tom Turkey from Aqua Teen Hunger Force!”

Of all the headlines this site has posted about Magic Johnson stepping down as president of the Lakers, this one is the best.

Jesus. I never thought I say this, but even for a Nazi, that guy’s a real dick.

In addition, the limited technology of early 20th century mass printing meant that primary colors were easier (and probably cheaper) to use.

If I recall correctly, Siegel and Schuster based their Superman design on the look of contemporary circus strongmen, who typically wore unitards and boots to better accentuate their physique. The capes, I would imagine, were strictly for show.

This is much nicer than the last gathering in Charlottesville.

“Come on down, Christ and Moses. Come on down! Come on down. And they’re going to come down. They’re going to come down, and they’re going to make you pay some dues, you people who believe . . .