*Somewhere. In the City of Angels. As the spray of the Pacific Ocean and the light of the early dawn and dance across his graying chest-hair, a man nods ruefully.

+3 Reichs.

I... I think I love you.

If you want amazing unintentional comedy and/or to bang your head repeatedly against a wall click on the link to the facebook page, also the actual profiles of some of the commenters including Vandenberg herself...

This is the closest 2018 has come to an Onion headline yet.

Peter Schmeichel.

Here, just take my money

Don’t worry baby Everything will turn out alright

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

GRIFFINDOR

Casey quote from a few days ago on eschewing conventional wisdom and not shortening his rotation for the playoffs:

“...Since you took your ‘Sub-away’”

-1 Zoot suit.

You could feel the above-and-beyond excitement in the roar when he chipped in for the lead. Whatever you think of the much repeated whatever-you-think-about-tiger-as-a-person-golf-is-more-exciting-with-him-being-relevant narrative, if he’s up around the leader board at the Masters that 4th day is going to be fucking…

...trailer that has the guts

Sounds like someone’s running for p. r. e. s. i. d. e. n. t.

The Pistons wheels certainly have been stuck in the mud the past few months and the crowds and empty seats mirror that. One hopes they can shift gear and reverse this skid if not one would be hard pressed to argue against the coach getting the shaft. Perhaps a revving up of the speed of play or a line-up rewiring to…

*Billy Joel’s Scenes from an Italian Restaurant plays in the background*

Jesus. Christ.

That’s a fine.