And remember when you had to tabulate your own fantasy stats? Can you imagine doing that now?

Lifelong New Yorker here. I love Chicago. Gibsons. Beer-and-brats, Chicago dogs, and Italian Beef. Buddy Guy’s. Getting day-drunk with the derelicts at Wrigley. Even that weird fucking casserole they call deep dish pizza.

Giving up the NFL is vastly underrated. Sundays are awesome, and since so many jamokes are sitting in their house watching Red Zone for 12 hours, the lines are shorter at amusement parks, the beach is less crowded, the traffic isn’t as bad, good restaurants have tables... it’s great.

My friend loved the Bears, to the extent he barely paid attention to any other team or sport. He had a big party for the 2007 NFC Championship game. When the clock ran out he stood up, cheered, then had a massive heart attack and dropped dead in front of all of his friends and family including his ten-year-old son. …

They start in the mid-50s and quickly rise to the high 80s, and then creep up from there. And let’s not forget the ironclad job security where short of killing someone on camera, they are nearly impossible to fire. And the free healthcare for life. And the pensions that allow them to retire young and live large off…

Still no reason we have to pay them that much for a part-time job that most of them are terrible at.

Yes, we should fund education. I mean, NYC only spends $25K per student annually. Teachers only make $120K. They need more of my money!

While this whole notion of colossal automated death rams hurtling down our nations highways subject to hackers and satellite outage is terrifying, it’s tempered a bit by the joy I feel at thousands of union thugs (managed by Jimmy Hoffa!) out of work.

A family of depraved perverts is as close to American royalty as we’ve come in centuries. White House orgies, married brothers passing around a movie star like a joint, leaving a side piece to drown in the aftermath of a drunk driving incident, hilarious levels of infidelity and substance abuse... I think a divorce…

The horror is true

You can thank Wade Boggs for the end of that.

Cliff could have had a real nice career if he didn’t get derailed by injuries, especially that gruesome one at 1B.

There was no “negotiation”. At least, no fair one. You had unions making outrageous demands, and elected officials acceding to them in return for campaign contributions and support. The taxpayer had no seat at the table.

The NPR women’s list is more preposterous than this one.

Ugh, leave him out of everything.

I posted this above. Cat Scratch Fever is Pet Sounds compared to Scream Dream. Go ahead and TRY to make it through the first song, the immortal Wango Tango.

I broke up with a girl in college because she wanted me to take her to a James Taylor concert. “The You’ve Got A Friend guy? Seriously?”

Forget that... give Keith Richards solo effort “Talk is Cheap” a spin. I only got through it once.

Cat Scratch Fever is Pet Sounds compared to Scream Dream. There’s a song called Wango Tango that is even worse that you would imagine. Go on, find it on Youtube and treat yo’self. I defy anyone to make it all the way through.

A while ago to commemorate Elvis Presley’s 75th birthday or something, Reeses made PB cups with a thin layer of banana filling added. They were splendid, and my fervent love for The King only added to my obsession. I went from store to store buying them all. Probably over 100 packs. Twas a sad day when I finished…