Yes, I know it’s North Macedonia now

I’ve been in marketing for a while and a constant is the complaints around how long review processes take and how many people have to weigh in before we release something.

But I’m a firm believer that through sports, independent of governments, you bring people together, they acknowledge that commonality they create empathy.

left to right: Willem Dafoe, Hagrid, Richard Dawkins-in-the-Bahamas.

There’s a whole recent Canadian documentary on the film-festival circuit exploring what is classic rock.

I’m going to make a movie just like Yesterday where a guy wakes up and suddenly nobody but him remembers Steely Dan

Ironic that they just came out with a list of recommendations for browsers besides Chrome.

I remembered the 2012 World Series, when my Giants swept the favoured Tigers, after everybody was predicting an overwhelming Astros victory.

Look for video on how MLS settled draws (ties) back in the old days.

+1 use of hanged, not hung

Spanfucker and his cronies are jacking each other off on their cocaine cruise while draining G/O’s coffers with outrageous salaries. When they’ve finally milked it (and themselves) they’ll all buy new underwear and look for their next victim. These are vile, hateful, greedy people who don’t give a shit about anything…

Why Anibal Sanchez isn’t the guaranteed game 3 starter I can’t fathom.

Alternate take: Club Brugge and Ligue 1.

Slimeball Patriots fan is a bit redundant, yes?

Or wear a girdle

Hear hear. Joe Montana once uttered the sentence “I’ll be upstairs masturbating” on Saturday Night Live. Fuck him for throwing The Catch (and fuck me for being a Cowboys fan) but the man was not above having a little fun and a little self-awareness.

Check them out before they get taken down.

I said this elsewhere, and I’m no Joe Buck fan, but at least he had the good sense to shut the fuck up after Jose Altuve’s home run. That is not a common occurrence in big sports moments on TV.

Clearly Howie’s leg couldn’t hold up to the strain of carrying that huge melon around the ice.

Oh, god. Whatever you do, don’t read the comments below the story in the Houston Chronicle. Jesus fucking Christ on a popsicle stick. At least the Chronicle doesn’t dispute the facts of the story. The commenters, on the other hand, fuck me.