+1 batshit crazy Helen

I know dick-for-nothing about the geography of DC and Maryland.

Later, though. Not when the pain is at its zenith.

I wonder if he’s related to this guy.

Good sports people I really want to meet:

Thank you for reminding me of the term “dickwhistle.” Fun to say, and it doesn’t get used nearly enough.

Jesus H, yes, this. Who else in the NBA gets to work his way to the basket with this forearm leading the way a foot ahead of his body, bumping guys along like it’s a goddamn football sled drill? It’s ridiculous.

Ok, I might have been a little harsh to compare Calabro to McIlGumby. He didn’t deserve that. And I know mine is a minority opinion. I loved Bob Blackburn, so it was hard to listen to anyone else do Sonics games.

Oh good god not Kevin Calabro. He was the worst thing about the Sonics for years, and that includes Jim McIlvaine.

+1 root beer

I’ve lived in San Jose for the better part of 15 years, and this city is goddamn insane about the Sharks. (Not insane like European soccer fans; fuck those freaks. Insane in a good way.) It took me a long time to understand what San Jose’s only major sports team (no, Earthquakes, you don’t count) means to the civic…

Oh, hell yes, this.

If I had a choice to meet anyone in baseball right now, or really in the past 20 years, it would be Vin Scully.

So good I got goosebumps.

If they can find a way to get rid of the DH forever, I don’t give a flying weinerdog what managers wear.

I wouldn’t get all confident there, Herbie. I was given a 4% chance of having kids.

After 50 Years of Mistreatment, My Liver Seeks Refuge Away from Beer, Fails

And I’d prefer to see the opposite. Welcome back, donger! We missed you.

Further proof that there is absolutely nothing that is not improved by liberal application of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass.

Yeah, but Jack Zduriencik already was fired.