We got strafed by a helicopter out spraying when I was a kid. Group of about 40 kids and adults, so it’s not like he didn’t see us.

The Masters is only once a year, so it might be doable.

When my son was going to Canadian U14 nationals they had a “friendly” against the university women’s team. Once those women realized the boys weren’t going to go easy on them, they ramped it up pretty serious. What was hilarious was the boys didn’t know where to put their hands. They looked like a bunch of amputees…

Warren beatty begs to differ.

And then PKs if it isn’t settled.

I remember watching this afternoon and at some point around 51 minutes having to remind myself to take a breath. That opening stretch at the beginning of the 2nd half was unreal. And if Atlético had managed a goal right near the start there, things would have gotten even more insane. Much more thrilling than the…

See, I haven’t updated my list. Rather, it’s gotten older as I have as well. For the record, it’s Marissa Tomei and Emmy Lou Harris. Also, not as such on the list but a major man crush is Laird Hamilton. Can’t remember who my wife had; she’s out right now and this isn’t something we’ve talked about in a very long time.

Goddammit, now I’m going to have to add her to my list.

The cops have ruled out any Egyptians as suspects. Nobody there wanted them.

Also, while this will likely end up being an unblinking hagiography close to the beauty that was United Passions, I still hold out hope because it’s Pele.

D’Onofrio needs to avoid anything other than his own voice. Tim Burton had to dub his Orson Welles voice for Ed Wood, and yeah, he sounds like he’s doing a drunk Marlon Brando routine here, reading his lines from posters mounted on the walls and the floor all around, all the words written out phonetically but with…

“I just wanted a chance to be dry humped on the field. Is that too much to ask?”

“Canada-style.” Don’t get me started. Could have scored at least three last night, but Hoilett has clearly been taking lessons from the English (at least two balls possibly still in orbit), Larin only straps on his shooting boots for Orlando, and Hutchison with a freebie thought a slow stroll instead of fast dart and…

This oughtta help:

Plus, now he’s American, not Italian. Man, she can’t get anything right. Next thing you know, she’s gonna tell us there were peas in that potato salad.

Just shared some Redbreast with my dad tonight. Surprisingly, it was the first time he’d had it. A fine choice for #1.

Yeah, WE certainly knew what classics were.

My favorite celeb encounter story from that trip was a picture he had of himself with an older lady (in Italy? Can’t recall right now) who apparently really did act like a slightly scattered homeless person, greeting people and telling them stories about how she had once Been Somebody. He’s giving her a big hug around…

I’ll note my son had equal understanding of who Pauly Shore is. Kids these days.

Thanks. He and his little brother, both. But I don’t know if he’d be this “awesome” if he bumped into, say, Drumpf.