The Mets number-retirement policy is correct. You prefer they be like the Yankees and retire the number of every jagoff who plays 8 seasons for them?

No, but he should have been up there ready to swing at the first pitch. Wainwright had just walked LoDuca to load the bases, and the rook was probably shitting his pants. He tossed a get-me-over fastball just to not fall behind. Beltran should have anticipated that and been hacking, not looking to walk.

Nah. I’m a big Beltran proponent, particularly his now-overlooked defensive greatness. But he’s a 3rd or 4th-year guy. First-ballot is for immortals among the greats.

“...there is no benefit yo voicing it...”

Hey, it’s his job to issue hot takes. Not be decent. It’s working! I hadn’t heard of this guy before, and I’d wager 90% of the people here didn’t either. Howard Stern didn’t become a billionaire for being sensitive and thoughtful.

Yeah, everyone is gonna begrudge you for your kid’s life being in danger, you Drama Queen.

Gonna be an unpopular take but it’s 100% true, also. I worked with a woman who played the Single Mom game for years. 2-3 times week someone else had to stay late to do her work because of some child issue, and she never made any business trips unless they were to someplace cool, when she would magically find someone…

The proper response to “I’m gonna kill myself if you don’t ______” is always “Whatever.” Whether the demand is “keep dating me”, “send me nudes”, “give me a dollar”, or anything you don’t want to do, the answer is “That’s on you Bub, I don’t give a shit”. The psycho will either move on to another mark, or actually…

Just how colossally stupid are these women to send nude pictures to someone they never met because they felt he might harm himself if they didn’t? Honestly, no pity for these morons at all.

“...sweet, sweet, beautiful toes… scrubbed clean with the nails clipped… tucked into a pair of pantyhose and wiggling seductively...”

Calzones without ricotta are dough envelopes of sadness.

The Landing Pad. Absolutely necessary at public toilets.

One of my dad’s breakfast specialties was butter, peanut butter & jelly on Italian bread. The thick layer of butter mitigates the dryness inherent in PB&J and adds a delightful texture and mouthfeel. Every now and then if I have some leftover bread I will make one on a weekend morning, to the horror of my wife.

Yeah, nothing more exciting than watching most of today’s garbage offenses: a bunch of plays where guy slams into a line and gains 2 yards, some passes out the flat and screens, and maybe three bombs per game. Ho hum.

In 2006, for some reason the Wilpons decided to trot this song out during the playoffs. And I was like “This is fucking stupid! This is a Boston thing! And... BAAAA BAAA BAAAAAAAA!!!” It was oddly fun. I’m glad it went away though.

The only thing anyone remembers from the XFL is that “He Hate Me” guy. No one remembers him, just his jersey.

Where you live they show community college football on TV?

One of my favorite memories with my kid was when we dressed up as matching not-so-grim reapers when she was like 4. I did up both our faces with creepy skull makeup and she was SO happy all day.

I used to have a blast trick-or-treating with my kid. And you can bet your ass I A). wore costume and B). collected candy.

So if I waited to get a good spot to see one of the actual talents coming on after her, and she starts yelling that she won’t continue until I move, it sounds like there’s a standoff. And I’m gonna win because I don’t give a shit if she keeps playing or not.