Wow.. and this one would require a lot of citations to back up. Sheesh. it’s almost as though Curt C Richerund folded up shop on Disqus and started peddling his own brand of “falsehoods” based right out of late 20th century statistics right here on Jalopnik!

With Musk=o it’s “Oh, go ahead and ship it... we’ll fix all the broken motors and jammed up door handles with a software update.”

You don’t have any evidence of any of this. 

Now I eat five bowls of ramen in half a minute and then sit around playing Solitaire Grand Harvest for two hours.

Can a leopard change his spots? Can a hippo change his potamus? Carmelo isn’t radically reinventing anything. If he gets a taker he’ll be a dead weight for that team too.

But they’re not in Florida, they’re in the British Virgin Islands.

Translation:

losing in game 7 of the World Series last year and in the NLCS (to the eventual champs) the previous year

I don’t think he’s going to get many more acting gigs.

Weird our definitions of “worship of the US national security state” are so wildly differerent.

Machado to PHI, and later, Trout.

I didn’t know Marge Schott’s daughter was on the Senior LPGA.

Setting aside whether Pujols is a great player now or not... the contract has turned out to be a disaster, right?

Nah. Judge strikes out too much. But many of us watched Pujols right along with Barry, so I don’t think his point is lost.

This is a good point, but also consider one of the reasons he’s there. To set his career records. The Angels are, unfortunately for me since I’m a fan, perenially a .500-ish team, so he might as well take his hacks and swing for the hits, RBI & HR. It’s about those final numbers when he retires, now.

In 2012, Pujols signed a 10-year, $254 million deal that would run through his age-41 season. Everyone knew that by the end of it it would be a total mess. Presumably even the Angels knew that, weren’t totally bewitched by the chemically driven second primes of aging sluggers over the previous decade but understood…

That’s pretty sweet if the guy has a Starbucks barista in his third-hand Accord with him while he’s unmoving on the freeway.  Not so sweet that the barista is spilling green juice all over his car, though.

Came here to say this.  I’ve lived in SoCal my whole life and “gorgeous town” is far from LA.  There’s an occasional sweet beach, and yes it is sunny.  But I would look north or south for two dozen “gorgeous towns” before I’d even think of LA.  Blech.

Where was Kellen Winslow Jr?