Given the conference they play in, this is the that type of degenerate goalpost-shifting that leads gormless reporters to refer to a GOPer who disagrees with Trump 2% of the time (but never does anything about it) “moderate”

“Have you guys tried extreme vetting on your Presidential candidates?”

“Subpar League Fails to Expand to Subpar City”

“The Islanders are Screwed”

Let’s just say that Carmelo is finally embracing the triangle of resentment, obsolescence, and grandiosity.

Waiting for the Chico’s Bail Bonds decal for the Brooklyn Nets

Mitch Albom heard about this days ago.

All the cardboard left behind at last weekend’s March for Women will really reinforce one’s makeshift siding in the storage locker apartment.

The Trump worshipers and lickspittles are the GOOD GUYS in this? I need to lie down with a hot toddy and a cold compress.

Bob Geldof, before the Sir.

Even if he were blacklisted he could try hitting dingers for another team under an assumed name.

I thought all Guam First Divisional highlights were hidden behind a prohibitively expensive paywall.

Except we late GenXers/early Gen Yers have the indelible, annoying memory of Scrappy-Doo, Scooby’s pugilistic nephew

Las Vegas: “Are you feeling lucky?”

If anybody beats him, they will be crowned the anti-Istomin.

(spring practice)

And yet he still hasn’t become a man, time for those Bar Mitzvah donors to get their money back.

Fun fact: Ponson is Dutch for ‘pantload’

A clueless pill-popping billionaire-heir who says inexplicably stupid things, how is this guy not in the front row on the inauguration stage today.

Jeff Bagwell should have gone in with Biggio, but instead was an abject lesson in old school baseball writer logic: be born a immobile giant who was a defensive liability like Frank Thomas rather than stealing 200 bases and winning a Gold Glove.