Actually, I quite like Wolverhampton. Beyond that, any attempt to explain a joke will just go down in flames.

Thanks. His goal is actually to continue his certification and coach at a higher level, probably university. Already been doing it here in town for an academy for a couple years and they love him to bits.

Wolves defenders haven’t changed much since Mick was manager the year they were relegated, I see.

It is so fucking nice to see this sort of player get some recognition. My son plays university (well, the Canadian equivalent of junior college level) soccer as a center back, and played himself into a starter role this year, his first season, precisely because he plays like this. Granted, against very different…

Don’t you be bad-mouthing my favorite team of pylons!

I would crawl through broken glass to see an Evans-directed MCU movie.

American maps break when they hit the 49th.

I remember getting serious giggles the first time I heard this song, and my friends thinking (wrongly) that I was stoned. Seems an ideal time to bring it into the conversation.

I can’t take credit: partially cribbed from the latest Deadcast.

Yeah, but would they rather give up Trump or live a lifetime of every hit song being sung by Rob Thomas?

If only somebody would let Cobi Jones Act.

Kid I used to coach got past the keeper like that then slid on the ground to head it in. Told him I wasn’t interested in that sort of showboating that just serves to piss off the other team, and then watched him do it a second time under a different coach. There’s this constant need to make things look as fancy as…

This is true. I hear someone out there is impersonating a president using Twitter, and look how that’s worked out.

In the old days, shooting the Oilers at Northlands, the light was total shit, spotty, difficult. Colour film would be Konica 1600 pushed to 3200 so you could get 1/500 at f2.8. Any slower and the players would blur. A 300 would let you shoot from the blue line, only in that end, a 400 mean you could shoot from the…

I found one on eBay. 8 grand for this monstrosity, so it’s pretty amazing he buckled down and bought one. When I worked at a paper in the late ‘80s I ended up buying a used Tamron 300/2.8 with a 1.4 teleconverter from another shooter for $2000. Would have preferred a 400/2.8, but there was no way I was coughing up for…

Fuck off. I have a good friend whose son was killed at Virginia Tech and he and his wife have worked their asses off trying to get some form of sanity in American gun policy. They have not tried to “politicize” this, they’ve tried to fix what is so clearly broken. If they didn’t start doing it the day after it’s…

I’m a Liverpool fan because my mom was born in Liverpool. Nova Scotia. On the banks of the other Mersey River. And I have to say socks are a better reason than most ManUre fans on this side of the pond can come up with: “I like ‘em because everybody else does.”

I concur. I was almost an Oilers fan because of Warren Moon having come from the Eskimos, but that was solved easily enough.

I quite liked that Cadet Tilly was supposed to have a room to herself, enough that I paused it and called my wife to see the scene. Our son is away at university for his first year and was given a single room in residence based on a couple of (minor) neurological conditions.

Didn’t you hear? Turns out there aren’t prairie dogs that far north, so they moved the team to Swift Current. Now called the Speedy Creek Sod Poodles.