In the interest of precedent, see: Allen, W., and Polanski, R.
Good riddance. I’d hate to have someone with that obvious baggage sullying the good name of Texas high school football.
I can’t stop trying to figure it out—the bald parts still look like they have hair, and the parts with hair are as shiny as the rest.
Having taken more than a second to hit the gas when the light turns green once or twice in Boston, that seems accurate.
There were three “almost”s in that paragraph, and they’re all currently in the hospital with hernias.
In fairness, one needs to call bullshit on having to wait 22 years for that to be relevant.
Typo, forgot how directions work, potato, potahto.
Slight possible disagreement with Marge Schott on the list; growing up in SE Ohio, she never came across as obscenely, Kroenke-level wealthy (according to Wikipedia, she bought her controlling share of the Reds for $11 million). She always seemed less of a magnate and more like the guy who owns a number of McDonalds…
I think that was in one of Milton Friedman’s books.
Having grown up in SW Ohio, I had successfully purged JTM from my memory. Now I need to call my therapist again. Thanks for nothing.
I’m having memories of Bill Hicks talking about flag burning:
Tuberville would probably have a good chance of winning the general in Alabama, but let’s remember that the election is still over a year away, so odds are about 50/50 that he’d end up running a campaign in a different state.
Given his career arc, those last two are reversed.
As opposed to the Conor-Habib beef, which is usually kept in-hand.
Effective immediately, all AAF players are authorized to sign with NFL Clubs.
Everybody bags on coaches for “misbehaving” and “abusing” players (and for being “unchecked psychopaths”), but their actions as university employees and educators are completely normal. I used to teach full-time at the local college, and I can’t tell you how many times I had to throw a student’s paper in her face or…
I had no real rooting interest in the tournament anymore, but after a couple of years of the NCAA and FBI being very serious about protecting the sanctity of our scholarship athletes and precious bodily fluids, if the tournament ends without Mark Emmert having to hand the trophy to Bruce Pearl, there is no god.
“Never trust a decision you don’t want your mom to know about.” Really terrible advice, that.
I don’t usually advertise the fact (because I know how objectively stupid it is), but I absolutely will put places on my personal blacklist, regardless of how much I have to cut off my own nose to do so. The worst is when I forget they were on the list, then go there anyway.