“As long as they drink these Big Gulps thirty to forty-five minutes beforehand.”

After it got posted in Last Call I’ve been binging Heston Blumenthal and making some of the dishes. Which led to me making onion gravy, which led me to making the best batch of caramelized onions I’ve ever made, which led to me thinking, I know it’s almost July, but shit I need to make some French onion soup!

See you tomorrow, Mickey Callaway!

You’re right, thank you! Found out that Horner was the guy Forster would call if his car broke down, too which is a hilarious image.

“Job I used to have had similar problem one time.” - FusilliJerry

You can choose any one of the reactions you listed, but regardless you’re getting number 2. 

Who knows, they might even be an All-Star.

Relegation is way overdue. This idea is beyond ludicrous. The Warriors are a bad example. Take the Denver Nuggets. They might’ve been one of the relegated teams after 2018, this year they get good. What do their fans get for having rooted for them through that time? Their team sent to New Jersey or Boston, and sent…

I enjoyed it so much when I lived there. I’d wake up at 9:55 on Sundays, grab a cup of coffee and a donut and start watching the NFL. I’d call my dad and he’d ask if I saw whatever fool thing some jockstrap had said during the pregame shows because he had six hours to kill from when he woke up until game time and I’d…

The worst. 

Really enjoyed this for its content and, on a deeply personal level as someone who’s only been blocked on Twitter by one person - Zach Lowe after haranguing him about his unnatural love of purple in team colors.

...girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year’s Day.

It would be worth whatever machinations it takes to pull off, just to see Jimmy Butler become the personification of everyone who watches Rockets games, standing at the top of the arc increasingly exasperated, screaming for something, anything to happens while Harden dribbles the clock down to the inevitable jump-into-…

Rick Cerone is of a set of guys I remember during my brief time collecting cards whose cards were in seemingly every pack instead of my favorite Indians players. Let’s call them “Bicycle Spoke Guys” because that’s where their cards ended up. Some more of them:

Just one more reason to hate Rick Manning. Whenever I get to watch an Indians game I will spend fifteen minutes pausing and unpausing the TV broadcast until it will sync up with Tom Hamilton on the radio. That’s the lengths I’ll go to to never hear that fuckhead. 

I remember somehow Bob Horner became a running joke of Late Night era David Letterman. He’d always call him a big tub of goo. 

+1 Star wipe

“On the same day that another New York professional sports team was punished by its league for a manager and pitcher picking a fight with a reporter over a benign salutation, the New York Knickerbockers incredibly managed to retain their crown as the pettiest and least professional team in the Big Apple.”

But will the mutated salmon be ill-tempered?

Bananas were created by God to fit perfectly in the hand of Adam.