That’s no moon. . . .

Man, why is Deadspin covering bullshit like this. What about sports? Why can’t we have a “Best QB’s of the 80's” post? Like remember Warren Moon?

It’s not just imposing on the knees, it compresses the available space on the tray table. I won’t get into name-calling with you and your boyfriend but I suspect I wouldn’t much care for you if we met.

I feel like he’s a special case for the Hall of Fame. Wildly famous when at his peak, admired by everyone around the league, terrifyingly good at what he did. Being the best ever, even at a relatively low leverage position, should count for something.

To pen an authentic and intellectual cinema review – the kind worthy of publication in America’s snootiest airport magazine – one must remember to include countless, such as it were, asides and clauses, seemingly without a purpose other than rendering one’s prose an inarticulate gruel of half thoughts, all while…

The curve of easier said than done.

So this might make everyone like him even more because it is TOTALLY in character, but I am walking out of a hotel in NY and walking in from the sidewalk is Larry David. I stop, step back and hold the door open, as he walks by I say pretty low-key,“I’m a big fan” and nod hello. Larry says to me quickly “get a life”.

He was hired just to work the playoffs. Other coaches have done the same.

I didn’t witness this firsthand, but a girl I know claims that Matt Stafford accidentally spilled an entire pitcher of beer on her at a party at UGA. In lieu of an apology, he calmly explained, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m Matt Stafford,” then walked away.

If it makes you feel better:

I dunno, this kind of makes me like Jeff George more than I did.

They can fuck right off with that noise.

Was riding an elevator with a massive hangover and Don Rumsfeld strolls in. After the doors closed I ripped a nasty beer fart, looked at Rummy and said “There’s a weapon of mass destruction that even you could find, asshole”.

Think I’ve told this one before, but back when the Vancouver Grizzlies existed Michael Jordan walked into a bike shop that a family friend owned while Chicago was in town. He picked out some expensive mountain bike and his handler came to the family friend and said “Michael Jordan wants this bike”, after telling him…

In all fairness, there is no way I would sit in the rain and watch Meatloaf anyway. Maybe he was doing everyone a favor.

no you have one very cool story and one uncool story.

I really want this story to be true.

I was alone in an elevator with Ruth Bader Ginsburg and she farted. I was going to ignore it like a gentleman when she said “woah did somebody step on a duck.” We both laughed and she turned to me and said “no one will ever believe you if you tell this again.” She is one wise lady.

for crissakes. i’m in my 40's. i quit weed, can’t find hash, quit pills and powder. 15 drinks is all i want. and you want to take 13 away.