Sadly, it's ultimately destined to be outsold by David Eckstein and Dustin Pedroia's collaborative collection of short stories.

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Monday: Carlsbad, New Mexico

Both men have been charged with one count of felonious assault

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whitedevils.com just takes you to Jalen Rose's blog.

shamelessbitchesonthebeach.com still just takes you straight to the official Miami Heat page though.

But here he is, going between the legs, behind the back, and pulling off a smooth spin-move in the open court

"See how much bigger my hand is than yours, kid? Well, since I'm on air right now, I'll just suggest you ask Anna Benson about it sometime."

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Dude just doesn't wanna miss his ride.

"Wait, you guys LIKE it when they spit?"

I always preferred Bad Religion or early Black Flag, but apparently I'm in the minority.

IT'S PEOPLE! TWATWAFFLES IS PEOPLE!

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As convenient of an excuse as it would've been to exploit, Proctor steadfastly refused to blame his fall on the mystical powers of witchcraft in any way, shape or form.

The Astros' PR team issued it's typical response to such embarrassments.

I can only imagine that pickup truck driver's horrified embarrassment when he learns that James Joyce never even lived in America to begin with. But if it leads him to take another stab at Ulysses, I suppose all's well that ends well in the cruel and often prematurely judgmental collegiate literary community.

Vin Baker's been hanging out barefoot in front of a Walgreens holding a bottle of tequila for years, but only because he can't offer any return on a serve to save his life.

There's the obvious temptation to try to lump him in with another Japanese star on the downslope of his playing days.