Obviously, as is the case in many things, different people read things in different ways. As noted above, I've accepted I read it wrong.

I will defer to you, and accept that I misread it.

I can see that. But that also means I can read suggestions by universities that women be taught how to avoid sexual assault instead of teaching men not to be misogynistic predator assholes as advice to perhaps pick a better, safer place to go to school.

Apparently "stay in your lanes" is similar to "don't wear a slutty dress," except that it's OK because it's serial murder and a country where they talk funny. Was there a memo I missed?

Not cooking, but apparently drinking a glass of milk while lying flat on your back on your parents' good couch is not a good idea.

Yup. My wife and I watched this a few weeks ago and were more than impressed. It's also a violent movie that quite effectively renunciates violence.

And two years ago, Aguero scoring against QPR so Man City could tie United for points but win on differential.

4 of the bottom 7 are defenders (including Lovren for my Liverpool), while the rest are midfielders. It doesn't necessarily mean these teams are at sea (see the Swans), but if most of your passes are coming out of the backfield, then perhaps you're spending too much time with your back to the wall.

I favorited your comment, but that was when I misread it as "strumpet."

Vaguely similar to when my older son was 8 or 9 and playing his one season of football. The quarterback for their last game offered a similar size dichotomy between himself and the rest of the players as Fred Flintstone did to the high school kids when he went back to get his diploma. And yeah, the lone touchdown was…

Whatever you do, don't fuck with his anecdotal singular data set.

It's a concentration thing going back to our ancestors on the savannah (and before). I do remember watching Esa Tikkanen do that when I was shooting Oilers games for the newspaper, wondering if and when he was going to bite it off. Never happened, which meant there was only the usual blood in the pics.

Slow clap for Top Secret reference that seemed to pass most people by.

"Zlatans blick!!!! Jag rullar fucking kung" will now be my motto.

Wenger is there like in the movie THE GAME, talking to Mario anytime he's there and alone, doing an ordinary press conference and complaining about the ref whenever Mario has company.

The problem though, is if you let him score, a famous person dies.

I don't think we have a common middle ground where we can meet.

Yup. Red card, no question. What a strange, strange game.

Truth be told, Celtic did forfeit. They just waited until Moribor came to Glasgow to do so.

Copland. And THEN I'd slot First Blood in, just behind it.