I do remember fondly those heady days when Sports Illustrated (not yet SI) would arrive in the mail, and there would just as likely be a horse or a boxer on the cover as a ball player. When there would be a 15-page longform on fishing in Singapore, and there might be someone from a town I had heard of in “Faces in the…

If I’d been a part of the Toronto ownership group, it would have given me great pause knowing that one of the candidates was “TimberWolves”. I get that Minnesota was still relatively new on the scene, but christ, this shows an immense lack of NBA awareness. I suppose, given the proximity to Lake Ontario, we should be…

I was trained to carve out the bottom for easy placement over a candle.

That “Dusty” chant gave me genuine goosebumps. I can’t remember the last time wrestling did that.

HamNo, usually I’ll ride through Hell itself with you, but not here man. That’s a good goddamn dog, and it makes me like Elizabeth Warren even more. That might even cinch my vote.

Sure, once you get the check, take as long as you want to put your card in, and once you get it back, take your time signing it. But once you’ve signed, GTFO.

Yeah, and it’s not a bad deal for getting to have your city show up about a hundred-to-one against the Klan.

Seriously. If anyone needs that one year of free college, it’s someone who thinks New Zealand is in Australia. Jesus.

What sort of barbarians don’t immediately leave after they sign the receipt? Hell, sometimes I stand up and put my coat on before I even sign the thing.

Let this be our daily reminder, should we need it, that we’ll never have affordable college education in this country, because military recruitment would evaporate.

I suppose it’s better than the “Now Nike can finally let go of the ignominy of the ball going between Buckner’s swooshed shoes” tweet one could have reasonably expected from this goon.

He can't hurt you anymore.

Has anyone heard from Burneko since the Raps won? I imagine him under a bridge somewhere, scribbling on the pavement with a piece of charcoal, muttering about the End Times.

Curious if the next time you run a story about, say, the NFL, you're going to accompany it with an image of the AAF.

I didn't know this. Even in the context of the carny, character-driven world of professional wrestling, that's unacceptable.

Christopher Johnson: “Now, Coach, look me squarely in the eye and tell me what you need to succeed here.”

One of the saddest parts about this is that, by all accounts, Owen was one of the good Harts; a lot of them, including Bret, seem to fall somewhere on the prick spectrum.

Fucking seriously. There’s a billboard in Boston saying "End the drought! 125 [or whatever] days since the last Boston championship!" Fucking shitheels.

I try to live life according to the simple precept that it's never the wrong time to do the right thing. I have to wonder if the world might be a much better place if elected officials did the same.

As far as unstoppable juggernauts go, I can’t hate the Warriors the same way I do, say, the Patriots. The Dubs really are just that much better than everyone else, as opposed to half of their success being attributable to the blistering incompetence of everyone else.