Thought I might be over-explaining things if you had covered sports in the past. Didn’t want to insult your intelligence. Glad to know I helped.

I’ll acknowledge it’s not as good as the first two, which are all-time classics, but I’ve never understood the hate for Terminator 3. The twist at the end works so well as a wrap on the trilogy, and makes perfect sense.

Not sure if you’ve covered a lot of sporting events, Michael, but that’s standard for almost every major sporting event (college, pro, what have you) anywhere. It’s a form of crowd control to keep all the jamokes, wannabes and hangers-on — in other words, the amateurs who just want to watch the game instead of the…

Oh, OK. That’s normal for any major sporting event. The way the story reads — especially with the later part about the cops discouraging crowd shots — makes it sound like they wanted no pictures taken by anybody.

So Iverson didn’t play like he was drunk, but Sedano apparently practices journalism like he is. Maybe we should go back and read or watch Sedano’s story from that game and count up his TTW (Typos To Words) rate, or his FI (Factual Inaccuracies) percentage.

This post should have come with a laugh track.

Now, now. They’ll get there, just give them time. Banning flags is hard work, and after they knock off one they need a few days to do the Snoopy Dance of victory before the get cracking on the next one.

Mortars are the fucking devil, man. First time I bought them, we set up on a tennis court at my apartment complex. I really didn’t know how to use the mortar, and put the shell in upside down.

I was wondering if the water made it worse. Aren’t sparklers made of magnesium, which explodes when it’s lit and you pour water on it?

After countless hours of big-time fireworks, the neighbors and their front-yard crowd of about 15 move onto the next display: straight black powder packed into a thick metal pipe with a short fuse.

So what’s the deal with the no pictures rule for the press? Is that a Bhutanese thing, or a FIFA thing?

Well, at least we can all agree that, in regards to NBA conversations, 90 percent of the time “motherfucker” or “motherfucking” is followed by “Knicks.”

So let’s do the math here.

Drew is invited back for a special edition of “Chopped,” and opens up the appetizer basket to find a pack of Nathan’s Hot Dogs.

Or the recycle bin.

The receipts are sitting at the bottom of the Atlantic alongside the e-mail servers formerly owned by Hillary Clinton and the FBI.

We’ve had our 2-year-old tabby since the day she was born. Her mama found a hole in the siding along the chimney and had her kittens in there. Gave three of the five away, one disappeared/died, and then we have this one. She was born in June, and the mama hung around until about November, when their relationship…

That’s OK. When the Royals bat in the home run derby, they’ll set the fences up in the shallow outfield like they do for the celebrity softball game.

The announcement that fans will have a chance to meet Orbit behind Section 315 during the seventh inning stretch has suddenly taken on a sinister tone.

The season is lost. We Phillies fans can at least take solace in the fact that we’re providing MLB with years of material for the blooper shows.