Another likely retiree whose legacy is getting overshadowed:

It’s more like if Amazon decided to release a movie featuring the cast and characters of Seinfeld, and if Larry David and Jerry Seinfeld had come back to write and produce it but no one included George Shapiro. Who’s George Shapiro? A talent manager/producer responsible for packaging a lot of the show’s original cast…

I’m noticing a distinct lack of sausages on this list, which should count separately from hot dogs and rank somewhere in the top five.

A large couple with no self-awareness make fun of another large man.

You clearly haven’t watched a Spurs game in years if you think this.

I can’t actually think of anything truer to the spirit of contemporary American conservativism than a guy who grew a beard in order to promote his hunting accessory business praying at a NASCAR rally for a Republican to win the election, using a phrasing and diction better suited for a slow six year old child.

From a great RogerEbert.com review of God’s Not Dead 2:

Miss those beautiful days when a multimillionaire basketball star could make a statement with an oversized white tee, Oakleys, and some stonewashed patchwork overalls.

Yes, according to one study financed by a university in Houston which only breaks down ethnicity by five categories. Find me a Guyanese neighborhood in Houston that’s next to a Tibetan one and I’ll start listening. Or a Satmar Jewish neighborhood next to a Puerto Rican one that’s next to a Jamaican one that’s next to…

Baltimore gets points for having the best meadery in the United States.

Yeah, Cincinnati is much better than Cleveland, Columbus or Detroit. Any city that knows how to build a downtown and has nice, mid-to-high density home construction on hills can get it. Plus: proximity to distilleries, rad zoo.

My assumption is that distillery tours and horse racing play well with the Deadspin writers.

WHAT

It’s because you can get garbage sprawling cities — but close to mountains!

Except all that shit is closer to Austin and San Antonio. Houston is a toilet.

Was the inappropriate relationship with a body pillow with an image of Sailor Mercury?

But like, if you’re here for your two-minutes-hate because the Gay Talese teardown moment is over, please proceed to make whatever uninformed assumptions about authorial intent suit your agenda. Trillin is not your enemy, though.

I’m pretty sure you’re pulling inferences out of your ass. Just because Trillin has written about food before doesn’t mean he’s the speaker, especially because he’s a very self-aware writer and the speaker in this poem clearly isn’t.

Debate, if you see it a worthwhile use of your time, the accuracy of Trillin’s portrayal or the quality of his couplets, but I immediately identified the speaker as a Keeping Up With the Joneses type who felt the need to be on board with whatever the “hip” “new” cuisine was and felt confused and overwhelmed by it all…

Grasping at straws here. Hipsters aren’t the only people who see themselves as culinary adventurers (cf. Anthony Bourdain, Andrew Zimmern), and Trillin is a fucking 80 year old who has experienced more generations worth of cool white people trying to gain cool points through food. The poem clearly reads as satire, but…