Another one that I found out about the hard way is that, when you see a speed limit sign, draw an imaginary line across the road for where the new limit starts. If you’re speeding even a few feet before that, they can pull you over.

There’s also not really a lot you can do on that play as a runner. You just don’t know if it’s a hit or an out. If it’s an out, then yeah, you look a little stupid — but the White Sox would’ve had a double play anyway if the right fielder makes a good throw to first.

9-3-5

Vince Coleman just watched this and started having ‘Nam flashbacks.

Trump’s a little too crazy, petty and vindictive to seriously consider for president, but damn if he isn’t fun. Seeing someone in that position who cranks their “I don’t give a fuck-o-meter” to 11 and doesn’t buckle at the slightest bit of pressure from the PC crowd is refreshing.

If we’re looking at bad wrecks, it’s not just the big tracks that can be scary. This was a guy named Mike Harmon during a Busch Series practice at Bristol. Some idiot left an access gate ajar, Harmon lost control and hit the edge of it. The scary part is how close the other car comes to just pancaking him while he’s…

Who will they use it against?

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.

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.