Except his really smart brother from Chicago is smart enough not to give Gregggg a job, so that he doesn’t have to listen to Gregggg’s brand of dipshittery all day long.

There’s also rules on how many days in a row they can play, conflicting off days, logistical problems (they might have the same off day, but one team is on a west coast swing and the other on the east coast), etc. The White Sox also don’t come back to Baltimore again, so they can’t just turn one game into a…

Took me about five years of living down here to figure out that Coke is the southern name for soda. I used to get confused as shit when someone asked if I wanted a Coke, then they handed me a Dr Pepper.

There was TP at your school? Must have been one of those fancy suburban schools where people don’t piss all over the toilet paper and the stalls actually have doors.

Looking at it some more, you’re also trying to read WAY too much into her posture.

Who’s the fella owns this shit hole?

Letting 30,000 people spill onto the streets — whether they’re just heading home or not — and into an already tense situation probably would not have helped matters, FWIW.

She’s an Islanders fan. On some level she’s been taking a beating her whole life.

I doubt that I care if she’s a real blonde or not.

My sister used to describe the pork product hierarchy thusly:

And the Easter afternoon tradition was an egg hunt in a hazmat suit.

“And he’s on to Cincinnati. Or at least that’s where he thinks he is.”

I’m 38 years old, and I know a lot of high school athletes who would whip my ass. If they play any sort of sport they’re basically on a weight training and conditioning program year-round.

And fuck the teams that bat exactly 10. Messing up a scorecard for one batter is like pissing in the snow in your front yard. If you’re going to bat around, send at least 11 or 12 to the plate and make it worth it.

Loved that game. That they never released it on the Virtual Console is a crime against humanity.

I’m OK with the light jabs. I laugh at most of them. But it’s got to roll both ways. Take some “light jabs” at Jews and your career might soon come to an end. Take some “light jabs” at Muslims and you might get your head sawn off with a rusty knife.

If that’s the case, any motherfucker not wearing a Chuck Bednarik or Steve Van Buren jersey deserves to get his ass kicked.

It wasn’t soon to be sudden death on the weather front. The bulletin was to tell viewers that the bad weather had passed and NOTHING WAS HAPPENING.

How would Dean Youngblood feel about it, though?

He was like one of those foreign military observers who tags along to see how other countries fight wars. He will take what he learned back to Philly and apply it the next time the Mets are in town.