In law school we were told very explicitly we could not represent ourselves as being a lawyer until we completed our degrees.

I take if you were older than 12 when you attended Penn State if that’s your best memory.

Mike Pence goes diving on Mother...only after Mother has attached the strap-on. Come on, you all know that’s a fact.

Pay? I was supposed to see A Tribe Called Quest (with Q-Tip) and Kool Moe Dee in Queens for free (damn soccer league playoff game at the same time).

And to add the cherry on top, we put together a dominant season only to be beat by the fucking Patriots AGAIN because Brandin Cooks can’t catch and nobody can tell the truth about Gurley’s knee.

In a high school game I took a pass at the foul line, turned and as I shot a 6-11 dude came flying at me (he played D1 and many years in Europe). I “adjusted” my shot upon seeing him to beautifully shoot the ball over his outstretched arms and airball that 15 footer. That was the closest I’ll get to any of those…

had an opposite situation in college. We used to get guys from the neighborhood come up on weekends (Milwaukee). My buddy and I were 2 of the only guys who stayed on campus over Easter (Catholic school) so we went to the Rec Center to hoop. Well, it’s just me and one other white dude playing 5 on 5 and we’re on…

in a pretty competitive rec league I watched a corner kick roll past me into the net, the 5th I gave up that half. I just froze and by the time I reacted it was too late. I walked off and threw my goalie gloves somewhere to never be seen again.

Not vulgar, but in 8th grade track I’m lined up for the 100 and false started. I knew it and pulled up but the judge didn’t see it and the race went on. I come in last. I yell “what the hell? I false started” so loud everyone heard me. My coach comes over and says “stupid, you should have kept going.”

As a kid, when I finally got into the game in JV hoops after 3 DNP’s. I was jacked! The first time I touched the ball I shot it from the wing...and hit the side of the backboard. I guess I didn’t get enough playing time to do anything embarrassing as a kid 

her aunt was screaming “oh my god, he’s dead.” My wife couldn’t get angry about it though as unlike Bradley he was legitimately beaten. 

there’s a boxer from Louisiana who calls himself that. He was featured on Deadspin. Fucking awesome. 

they usually come out around 10 to 10:30 am pacific time. What do I do with the rest of my morning now, work?

my wife doesn’t cry, she gets angry. When Pacquiao got robbed against Bradley she was on the ranting about it on phone with her relatives back in the Philippines all night.

especially now because he’s Trump favorite President, you know, because of the extermination of the darker skinned people. 

Some evenings in law school ended up at the then Diamond Cabaret. Usually we were the only group wit a full set of teeth so we got our own stage opened for us.

I lived in the the CWE. Go 4 blocks north from that awesome neighborhood with old, massive and beautiful homes and you’re in a fucking war zone. SLU, a few years ago, was home to two of the 10 most dangerous corners on a college campus in the country.

Columbia in the middle isn’t bad since Mizzou is there. But other than that, yes, you are correct. 

The guy’s brain is 20% off kilter.

Kansas City, perhaps. But having lived in St. Louis the only way it would become an “it” city is the bulldoze everything north of Delmar and east of Kingshighway. Not that Kansas City with its massive sprawl and airport somewhere in Nebraska is much better, but at least the part of the metro area in the neighboring…