Thank you. I am stress chewing all day with worry over y’all.

Solidarity.

Fuck Jim Spanfeller with Dan Snyder and Peter Thiel.

I needed this today. Thank you.

One: thank you for sticking to exactly what you should be sticking to.

Mayfield Fails to Remember Guy

I must have fallen asleep and missed the bits where Booger did some real analysis. Mostly what I heard was the same kind of “the Jets just need to help out Sam Darnold, he’s a young quarterback” nothingburgers we got from Tessitore.

Kind of unsurprising that even when the tech bro approach works at building a roster and winning a ton of games, they still suck as human beings.

Rudy Giuliani will be tuning in for Thursday Night Football. He heard someone will be royally fucked by Cousins.

David Roth is a national treasure.

John Oliver’s stirring defense of Marquese Chriss and trashing of Morey for not keeping him is worthy of mention, too. Even if it was in service of a joke, whoever wrote that clearly admired the player.

In the same part of the country where people endlessly rage about “participation trophies,” apparently no one can play class B or C football. Just different numbers of As.

Now that I take another look at the nicknames, how transparent is the attempt to woo nationalistic military fan boys by naming teams “Defenders” and “Guardians” in DC and NYC? Gross.

In base ball of the 1860s, the umpire had the option of “no call” rather than ball or strike. Near enough to be a legitimate attempt by the pitcher, far enough that the batter is not wasting time by leaving it go. Or just too tricky to tell.

Also lovely to see a really polite exchange - “Do you know what coverage they were playing?” as an honest question to get at what level of detail he’d need in his response.

Yesssssssss.

Deadspin: covering the ABCs of the NBA.

Fuck, this whole blog reminds me that I need to lose about 20 pounds by mid November to fit into a suit for a fucking destination wedding. Fuck.

Not that you have any issues going on.

I’ll be paying $5 about 3 hours from now to see the deciding game of the NY-Penn League championship. It’s fun and real and happens in front of people who care. Yeah, half these guys won’t even be in pro ball next year. Let’s enjoy their moment in the damn sun, not in a wind tunnel.