This:

That’s fucking filthy.

Actually, Longboat Key is legitimately a gorgeous fucking beach. One of the best in the U.S. by far. I can’t speak to the entire world, as my international travel experience only includes most of the Caribbean, Mexico, Canada, and England, but it really is beautiful.

I shall not, if only so I never have to hear “Even year” again.

This is still money. I wish you had thrown your wife’s bouquet from one side of the room, only to run and catch it yourself on the other.

Basically. Even if you were going to find some warped way to try to calculate this, Rizzo isn’t even the best general manager in his division. That would be Sandy Alderson.

As the nWo warned you years ago, you copperhead bastard:

This Mets/Jets/Islanders fan is rooting for you, dude.

A whimsy, Friday-feeling +1 to you, sir.

I know this is silly, but I hesitate to take up the Sharks cause simply because of all the recent NoCal success (three Giants titles, a Warriors title and the 73 wins). But considering I’m a NY sports fan that has been alive for 10 parades down the Canyon of Heroes and only one of them was for one of my teams (and I…

I was sort of wondering when everyone was going to catch on to this.

The only reason the contracts aren’t guaranteed is because the NFLPA is a shitty union and folded when they had their D-Day. The MLBPA forced the cancellation of the World Series when they had theirs, and thus, they make the money most commensurate with the revenues they generate.

I’m a Nets fan, so every time I hear Damian Lillard’s name, I just punch a picture of Billy King square in the fucking mouth.

I was just gonna say this. Becerra is mashing at St. Lucie, and he just turned 21. If he pans out, this is an all-time best trade.

I definitely agree with this at heart, except it’s been my experience that it’s very rare to find a trainer that emphasizes form.

Haha thanks, dude. I dig your choices, too. Val Venis is SO good for groosmen! “Heeello, ladiieesss.” Perfection. I tried to get HBK’s theme in there for my groomsmen, but again, the wife was like, “Let’s reeeein it in a bit.”

Point being...?

I pitched it. Especially because the Fink is a Mets fan, as am I, so I figured we could chat over some beverages about how Justin Turner has some untapped potential (turns out we kind of would have been right) and become best friends, of course.

Counterpoint: I entered my wedding reception to “Real American” dressed as Hulk Hogan, with my wife carrying the Winged Eagle championship belt.

A take on the death of takes. How meta!