I can name at least two things Mr. Pablo did wrong there.

So you’re saying I should leave my gun-shaped crack pipe at home next time I fly?

I see your Frank and raise you a Gary.

No fair. That’s like using the bomb in rock/paper/scissors.

Aw, come on. They were emperors. Just because they had to be elected doesn’t make them any less imperial. And emperor doesn’t necessarily mean dictator, if you were thinking along those lines. They had some checks and a balance or two, but still emperors. For a time, anyway.

Messi’s stats and career are astonishing, but no one ever dominated a sport like Wayne Gretzky. Take a look at his scoring records. Some are borderline unbelievable. If he’d never scored a goal, he’d still be the NHL’s all-time leading scorer (goals + assists.)

I believe Federer has chimed in previously. Something along the lines of “people with a long history of alleged violence buy sneakers, too.”

We, or rather the IAAF, don’t really need to resolve this tension. They’ve shot themselves in the foot for ten years for no particularly good reason. They should’ve left it alone.

Ever heard of recording of a castrato singing? Creepy as all get out, as my father might say.

Ever heard of recording of a castrato singing? Creepy as all get out, as my father might say.

I’m a Rockets fan, and I’ll always remember feeling smug when Pop, as GM, fired his coach and took over the team himself. What an arrogant ass, I thought. This kind of shit never works out. Thank god it’s the Spurs.

I think I would instantly feel like a new man if whoever makes these decisions suddenly made America the Beautiful our national anthem. It’s a perfectly acceptable song, made one thousand times better for knowing that I’d never again have to sit through that star spangled shit show song ever again.

I’m all for VAR, but to counter your concluding sentence, officials practically cleared a path to the finals with a snow plow for Real Madrid two years ago (offside goals v. Bayern the prime examples,) yet all we heard is how fucking wonderful Ronaldo and Zidane are for winning.

You might call that the “Hand of God” argument.

You moved like they do. I’ve never seen anyone move that fast.

Soup. Chunky™ soup if you leave the hot dogs in.

Poor kid’s agent is Jorge Mendes, who practically defines conflict of interest. I’m sure he’ll find a way to double-deal his way to even more untold riches off the back of Felix by moving him on too soon. Ask Renato Sanches how that works out.

Or you could say it really complements his face, which unfortunately is of the variety that only a mother could love.

You’ll get more stars as the over-50 crowd strolls in.