He isn't? Damn....

My daughter is almost 9 years old, precocious and intelligent and so very, very innocent. Sometimes, though it breaks my heart, she has to deal with frustrating or hurtful things in life. At those times, she looks at me with her precocious, intelligent, very very innocent eyes sometimes, and she says "That's not…

"We humbly offer our ultra-sensitive overall dickishness to our High Priest Of The Unwritten Rules, St. McCann of the Neo York!"—chant heard in Braves locker-room.

It really was pretty good. Urban was a good choice to play him. I'd definitely see a sequel; maybe it'll be set in the Cursed Earth.

Damn. If it was in Italy, I can imagine they'd do something that would make Mario and Luigi look culturally enlightened.

I admit, I was pretty pleasantly surprised with Dredd as well. Maybe this is because I didn't have very high expectations going in, but that's not the point. Anyway, for Netflix, I found it a pretty damn good option. Now, do I want it in that fucking rip-off "Watch It Again" list? Shit, no! Let's not be…

"Luck" is the 'why' in the "why they play the game", or the "it's why they don't play the games on paper". It's the end result of the randomness that is spawned by the actions of two individuals, or two groups of individuals, acting against each other to achieve the same goal. It is the end result of the mental and…

He did. Not very much, but enough to call.

Gotta be. It's not like he's botching tough bounces. Only way he could play the ball worse is if he stood in place and threw his glove at it.

In a bizarre twist, Todd is actually the first customer and buys all 25, as he deals with extreme guilt about the hookup and gets a perverse satisfaction out of punishing himself over it.

From the Encyclopedia Brittanica series of educational films comes "Going Nuts for Coconuts!" (1950):

Sterling strikes me as the type of person who would spend hours lining out his exact case, with justifications, evidence, and I-know-you-are-but-what-am-Iisms, for being 30 minutes late to a meeting, instead of taking just four seconds to say "I'm sorry I'm late. I apologize."

And somewhere, Jesse Barfield smiles.........I guess. Shit, I don't know if he does or doesn't. Whatever.

Greg, this piece was brilliant. You know, for what my opinion is worth and all.....

The guy looks like he's got the confidence in his ability to recover from being out-of-position, and he's got the athleticism to actually do it. It's interesting, in fact, to see the contrasting styles between him and King Henrik, who seems like much more of a technician.

This seems like a very.....odd number one answer.

Well, to be honest, he WAS a master, until the frustration of him NOT actually getting the burgers he made finally forced him away from the game for good.

Sepp Blatter is wrong, of course....

See, that's what I was getting at; I mean, the man's style of play leaves one thinking that he's got the confidence to think he can recover from even the riskiest things he does, and that's fine, because it just plain fuckin' works for him. Sometimes he won't, of course, but that's actually pretty rare.

Wow....that's quite a passionate response there, buddy! I mean, I'm not from the east coast, and I believe I was fairly complimentary towards the best goaltender in the fucking league, who happens to, every now and then, pull some moves that leave experienced hockey types fairly perplexed. But that's cool,…