#IAmAnEmbodimentOfEverythingWrongWithTheMediaBecauseAllMyHashtagsSoundLikePunchlinesToDeadBabyJokes

Somewhere, John Olerud is laughing.

With Anthony Hopkins? You should. George RR Martin owes a ton to that play.

Yes, I know.

I am you. You are me. I am your subconscious expressing itself while you think you’re sleeping. Or, maybe your my subconscious expressing itself while I think I’m sleeping. We’re in a Fight Club situation. Ever read Hermann Hesse’s Demian?

Since swimmers generally shave their entire bodies, after Phelps shaves his junk, do you think he looks down and thinks, “That’s a gold medal Brazilian.”

Not to put too fine a point on it, but: blunt force impact to the dick and balls hurts.

It’s not the whole trade/free agency thing. That’s entertaining, and I get to watch bad teams in all sports make bad moves that will continue to make them bad teams. It’s a testament to consistency.

Next summer is when the real fun starts.

Never.

He just keeps ripping through variations on that scale*. There are hints in there of other things, but it’s just this chunk of sound like a conglomerate rock.

But, I’d say wait until it really goes on sale for $5.99. That would be 12,ooo pounds of crab.

At my local Publix, snow crab clusters are on sale this week for $7.99/lb.

where did Schefter say that sports has nothing to do with politics?

Let’s see how NBC separates sports from politics if Brazil goes completely tits up in July.

So there’s no difference between A. not talking about politics and B. insisting that sports has nothing to do with politics?

The friend of humanity cannot recognize a distinction between what is political and what is not. There is nothing that is not political. Everything is politics.

That’s a rrrad rrriot grrrl homage.