STOP THAT!

Wuh ... what’s that guy gonna do with all those bats?!?!

Rapinoe, the best striker of the ball in women’s soccer, to drive a low cross for Lloyd, who was sprinting into the box from goddamn Anchorage.

I like how he tries to build suspense with “One of these guys has eaten 62 hot dogs and buns and one has eaten 60 hot dogs and buns ....” before the “big reveal.” I wonder if the guy who at 62 is the guy with the big yellow 62 behind him??

Totally agree, that’s fair. And she is no doubt not the player she once was. Time and physical realities are a bitch for all of us. And perhaps criticisms of her trying to be the player she was instead of the experienced player she should be are valid. But tonight, on a big stage, in those last 10 minutes, she played…

Agree with the second goal being big b/c the PK for the US, on replay, was obviously wrong. But I have to say, going back and watching that in real time speed a few times, the momentum, where the players end up, that’s a really tough call to make right. I’m sure I’m showing my I-don’t-watch-the-sport-enough nickers…

The hockey insider sources I’ve been reading are saying the incident went down something like this:

His rhythm. Damn. Brother just LIVES the beat.

OK, yes. He is complete shit with that stick he’s swinging around. But let’s bottom line this: he’s totally tapping that sword twirling broad though, right?? Then carry on with your stick swinging suckitude, Rogers. Carry on, carry on.

Finally, The Bikists are doing to each other what drivers have long wanted to do to them.

What. How do you celebrate the Fourth??

Not enough love. That’s funny.

This one is great, in part because I’d never seen it before.

It’s funny. Based on the time stamps of your consecutive posts, it reads like you went, in the course of four minutes, from completely dismissing me to questioning your own mortality!

Oh just fuck off hipsters. We, men of a certain age, just don’t give a shit what you and your gym-toned friends think we look like. We’re just comfortable. I realize I’m a half step from yelling at you kids to get of my damned lawn with my plaid shorts hiked up over my nipples with dark socks and leather sandals. We…

You are losing your mind, I fear, and perhaps your sight too. He jumps up, and comes straight down. The only thing that carries him forward is his desire to interfere. How exactly would trying to catch/block/stop a ball traveling in the opposite direction create forward momentum that produces that bullshit hands up…

Counterpoint:

A lot of specific suggestions, I would suggest a modular formula that allows for personal tastes. I don’t know the science here exactly, but I believe that citrus and salt help tenderize, and the other ingredients 1) offset those acids and 2) make it your own. As for proportions, assume roughly equal of the main…

You said what I did with far less words. Thank you. “Red, red wine ...”