Whenever you feel down, remember that there is a person that has to get bronzer applied evenly underneath Berman’s combover and that person is not you. Unless you are that person, in which case I’m sorry.

I gave you a star, but then I took it back.

That rain delay killed the Indians. (and as a Tribe fan, I would have said the Rajai Davis HR.) But we did get #weirdbaseball

And it is a great eating city too.

Everyone is a model west of the Alleghenies.

Actually, Jonah would vote for Schilling if he had a vote:

When Ryan Thibs posts HOF ballots, I get so happy when I see a vote for Tim Raines, only to have that happiness squelched by a vote for Schilling on the same ballot.

Right now it’s more like “one nil, and you fucked it up.”

Bo Jackson can just go on being happy that he was the greatest athlete of the 20th Century. LeBron can’t take that from him.

Morrissey covering Lou Reed:

I read a post that said he looks like the PBS logo, and now I can’t unsee it.

No sir, I don’t like it.

Please let Spurs go into Europa League, so they have to travel to god knows where to play tons of matches on Thursdays.

Though they were largely overshadowed—and rightfully so—by the Cinderella story that was Leicester City, Spurs mounted one of last season’s most exciting title bids

Nice game, pretty boy.

I’ve been on a huge Tupelo kick lately.

Thanksgiving 1987 or 1988, my great uncle had to tell us about a project he was working on. He told us all about this computer system where we would shop and share information. I didn’t believe him and told him he was full of shit. Much later I apologized (over email, of course)

You leave Rich Uncle Pennybags out of this.

I prefer this cover. Cash and Joe Strummer