Sumo is, possibly, the most crooked sport in the world and this is a world in which boxing, cycling, Russia, and FIFA exist.

Give my $500. I will give you back $525. Trust me.

Obligatory “Boston is a city full of racists” post with a “WEEI’s morning show does nothing to help that perception” twist.

It has long been a smart Exacta box to put the favorite in with any Leatherbury trained horse. Another is to bet WPS on any Leatherbury horse for shits and giggles. $6 could buy the next round of beers in any given race.

I did not know that about Campagnolo! I was given a team Giant TCR in 1999 when I raced in Pro 1 for a season. When the season was over and I didn’t get my paycheck (CYCLING!) I just told the team manager I would keep the bike. I still have it. It came with Campy Record all around, but I had a spare set of Shimano…

Rotten Crotch you’ll always be

No. It ended up being the headlight assembly on the column, but that’s where I started spending money: door switches.

I bet if you back out all the numbers you made money on the deal. I bought a 2003 Eurovan and sold it 14 years later and 200K miles on the VR6 for $9000. Even with depreciation, I still feel vindicated for not budging on the price.

I would like one (1) Brit to admit that “charm” can be a product of a 12-pint night after Luton Town beat Watford 1-0.

+1 ohm. Many an hour I have spend sorting out WHY THE FUCK DOES THE INTERIOR LIGHT COME ON RANDOMLY IN MY WRANGLER JK.

You couldn’t. I was married to a Yale trained painter. She was fantastically talented. And nuts. I mean CRAZY. And she got that way by virtue of what she did to make her art. She painted, repetitiously, hundreds of photorealistic images of power transmission towers. I shit you not. She would sand each layer of paint…

Dear. God. No. Engine and transmission aside, this car was a nightmare of the summer of my 16th year. My dad got one “thrown in on the deal” when he bought a 1979 911 for cash from, easily, the shadiest person I have ever known: my uncle.

Wow. I bet you could duel it out with Gore Vidal using that rapier sharp mind of yours. Seriously, your post cut so deep and hard, so quickly that nobody could see it coming, just the after effect. It’s either that or you are just another patently obvious, lightly educated, unemployed tollbooth operator or the like.

No check for you. I was accounting for all of that. I suggest you either stop doing your own tax accounting or get a better tax accountant.

Patriots get Josh Rosen. Mark it down now. The draft goes through the first round and Rosen is still on the board and Belichick pushes the button, his heart rate never rising about 60BPM, and, poof, the Patriots have a franchise QB for another goddam 15 years. Mark it down now.

All you have to do in PA is get a UPS mailbox with a street address and register a vehicle to that address and PA considers you domiciled there. Folks will do this to avoid paying higher insurance, registration fees, and personal property taxes if they live in NJ, NY, CT, and MA. In MA, where I live, if they can…

You need to check to see what “legitimate residence” for any number of purposes including personal property and taxation is in your state. I tried the “register my car in Pennsylvania on a UPS box trick” and ended up paying $4500 in legal fees and fines plus fixing my car out of pocket because the insurance company…

Reality TV and a hooker’s rolodex isn’t nowhere

Registering your car in another state to save on insurance is illegal. Try that shit in Massachusetts and draw back a bloody stump (and your insurance won’t pay any claims).

The most fervent anti-tax person I know could not even explain what a capital gain is. Yet he passionately refers to himself as a “capitalist.”