Chauncey St. John got all ten wickets in an inning in a cricket match in New Delhi.

We can all take solace in the fact that it probably doesn’t matter. Last time proved rather conclusively that if the apparachiks of either party want a candidate to win the nomination, there’s very little the electorate of this nominal democracy can say about it. 

James Harden’s should be dribbling pee for 23 seconds and then jumping into his defender to draw the foul.

Two questions - is there some sort of food-blogger word of the month calendar, and when is “shatter-crisp” month over? 

Sure, it may not be the “grabbiest” marketing-wise, but the title of the NFL Films 2019 season in review sets a new standard for frank honesty. 

Eagerly anticipating the eventual article “Dinwiddie Bubble Bursts, Banks Foreclose Nets, President Declares Banking Holiday in Attempt to Prevent Run on Middling Point Guards”.

I don’t know why, I call him Gerald. 

Get on yer bikes ‘n’ ride!

Y’all passed right by the Falcons as if they hadn’t just two years ago Falconsed the Super Bowl. Some truly awful things have happened in the NFL since then, but I don’t think we should so casually let 28-3 fade away.

You Seattle slew me. 

I honestly didn’t think you could keep up all those puns furlong. 

I mean it makes sense. If Thanos snapped his finger Dwight Howard would either be dead, or there would suddenly be only 220 better basketball players in the NBA. That’s win/win.

You make it sound as easy as just snapping your finger. Quite the gauntlet you’ve thrown. 

+1 Bunga Bunga party

A while ago I worked in a small office, like a converted storage closet small, with another woman. One day she made a phone call that I couldn’t help overhear, in which what she actually said was “For my mother’s birthday I am going to get her something from Nothing Bundt Cake.” but what I heard was “For my mother’s…

Acuña made a tremendous play on a shot to dead center off the bat of Phillies outfielder Scott Kingery.”

Welcome, Allison! You got my vote for Nutty Buddies alone (if you’re of a strong constitution ask me about my Nutty Buddy Butter cake “recipe”).

Well, they are more than low-key fucking with him.

There’s also some Douglas Adams, Tolkien, Kafka, Orwell, Superman II, and WP Kinsella in there. In honor of the Saints it’s literary-reference gumbogumbogumbogumbomumnojumbo.