Cambridge also has an inadvertent one: that hulking brick storage facility on Mass Ave near Kendall. The sign actually reads "METROPOLITAN STORAGE WAREHOUSE/FIRE PROOF," but view it from the right angle and

Let me start by saying I had no idea that Suns swingman Gerald Green only has nine fingers

"Ooops you missed" - Roy Halladay 2010

I agree. Except for maybe Seattle or Green Bay.

Exactly. Chris Christie' travels and the legitimacy of those travels is a big news story here in NJ. NJ.com, being one of the largest media outlets in the state is covering exactly what it should be.

No it wouldn't have, if you don't have control of the ball as you go out of bound it's not a catch. If in the process of going to ground the ball comes out even out of bounds it's not a catch.

You did better than me, I couldn't get past the pilot episode.

Made it 5 episodes in and haven't felt the need to get back to it. I don't know, I think the luster of the time period and dialogue/accents wore thin on me.

At Nick Denton's wedding, one of the few images I remember vividly is Craggs grinding with his girlfriend up against a mirrored wall, completely shithoused, looking at himself in the mirror (tuxedo-clad, flawless, primal, sweaty) before looking down at her. Up and down, up and down, gyrating, shallow thrusts.

TCU fans have dubbed him "Kenny Plateau"

Swift's tracks are quite impressive also.

Its like getting robbed by a unicorn. A unicorn that sucks at basketball.

Oh you poor naive soul.

This was like the time my parents used a board game box to wrap a bunch of video games in for Xmas.

I'm sorry, are you denying that the Economic Development Corporation is quasi-public? Curt Schilling didn't walk into Wells Fargo and ask for a loan; he went through the state vis-a-vis the EDC after every fucking venture capital firm in Massachusetts laughed him out of their offices.

That would explain how Randy Johnson made it in. He's always been a big lefty.

Re: new dad, you will definitely get shit and vomit on you, but what I found most surprising is eventually not caring about it getting on me. On ME. I'm still aghast at the idea of shit getting on the carpet or the couch or whatever, but my hand? Whatever, stick my hand under the faucet, problem solved. I actively…

The guy in that last letter never clearly establishes that he wasn't doing what he was accused of. How do we know he didn't leave his roommate in the Womb of Time?