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I made the light wall from Stranger Things - It’s programmable so I can type any message into it.

Pre-emptively saving us from this story tomorrow night:

Let me knows what he thinks about that once he sobers up.

True, but putting velvet ropes around your parked lambo is indeed perfect.

Can we send this to every fucking reporter that called his character into question for the mortal sin of not talking to them at the Super Bowl?

This feels silly to type, but what impresses me most about Marshawn stories is they all seem to illustrate a man who is tremendously present. He doesn’t seem to be somewhere else when people interact with him. He doesn’t have alternate plans. He doesn’t decline the invite. The focus and mindset he demonstrated as a

“Ya’ll need to work on your people skills.”

Counter-counterpoint: That’s hilarious and amazing.

I’m not sure if anyone heard about this other fun fact. But the Warriors blew a 3-1 lead in last year’s NBA Finals. (The Finals is the championship series in professional basketball.)

There was a time when something like a third of Cubs tickets were sold to people who lived more than 50 miles from the ballpark. Access through WGN (before ESPN) and mystique made a lot of Cubs fans.

I think a truer statement is that not all Chicagoans are White Sox fans but all White Sox fans are Chicagoans. There’s no out of town Sox fans.

Not at all hot take time: No one gives a shit about the Sox

I’m not reading one word of this post because Amazon just dropped off my copy of the book this morning, but wanted to drop in to say thank you for your books, Mr. Pearlman. Your presence on social media is endearing, and not in a creepy way. Anyone who enjoys sports or biographies needs to look at your body of work

It’s fine, the Cubs have a back up plan. Mark Grace is out of jail and staking out Lane Bryants in case the Cubs need a slump buster.

Hey Russell, here’s an idea to avoid ties. Throw for a fucking touchdown.

I award you zero stars and my God have mercy on your soul.

Vodka Sam is not impressed.

To be fair, he’s basically been at his first job out of college for a few months now. He’s a deer caught in the headlights.