St. Paddy’s is worse, because it is so much bigger, but SantaCon is worser, because the douche-per-capita ratio of the participants approaches 1:1.

End of an era. Thanks, Will.

Bushmills? That’s protestant whiskey!

His brother, a professor at Cal, had no comment and swiftly flew away from the swarm of reporters.

Better, he realized the meaningless of this game in the face of a cold and uncaring universe and opted out.

Ichiro and Bonds should switch jobs every two weeks all season. The first ever coach/player platoon. Who would object?

This is just a personal observation: Tombstone pizza is fucking awful.

I bet JJ Watt helped seal the deal. He has a partnership with Papa John’s, and he probably saw the way Brock defended that pizza last week.

I don’t know. Why?

No stinging rebukes here, great job Ned...

Didn’t think I’d see a sadder Eagle than Randy Meisner this week.

If you don’t penalize for reaching across the table, I’m taking Manute Bol as my beer pong partner. He’d just reach across and drop the balls into the cups. He would also probably have some great stories about not being alive anymore.

There is plenty of time to write a thoughtful, well-measured response to Manning’s retirement, and you can find plenty of instant reactions across the sports web. I’m willing to bet that at a majority of those other sites, you won’t find something like this, which probably took less than a couple of minutes to share…

Meanwhile, on Birdspin:

Boldenone can’t melt steel beams.

Sometimes i like to take acid and/or do cocaine at parties instead of drink. It results in fun times and makes the drunkness of everyone around you seem more entertaining than offputting.

One of my all-time favorite frontmen, Phil Lynott, and Thin Lizzy with “The Rocker”, which was featured in the latest episode of Vinyl.

How can Cracker Barrel rate so high when they probably would have refused to serve you, Greg?

The sharpness of his physical being echoes the status of his mind.

Can’t stop watching this for some reason.