This was the best chance to have a Jets vs Jets game played and as always, with no winners.

C’mon, you’re reading a Deadspin soccer article and complaining about a measly 75-word sentence?

You do it a disservice by calling it a sentence. It’s at least a sentence and a half, overdressed for the occasion with a few loose appendages slapped on for good measure.

It’s good that Press has at last acknowledged the folly of lending Barstool her celebrity, the USWNT’s fame, and the commendable and progressive things she and the USWNT have come to represent, and in doing so allowing an odious site to use her and the national team as a shield behind which they can attempt to hide…

Stick to sports.

You see, this is why I’m moving on from Deadspin and their constant focus on politcs and heading more and more over to the Ringer where they are talking about the things that really matter to me as a sports fan like which Rom-Com from 2003 holds up the best. 

Can we discuss one of the more pressing matters from this match? Namely: why does Baron Corbin dress like a late 90s Applebee’s bartender? He would look more credible serving up a watered-down vodka tonic than he does hitting the End of Days.

Also, fuck Phil Neville.  Starts his strongest eleven, all subs were tactical, and he was screaming and running up down the sidelines the whole game.  To come out after losing and say “oh lol stupid third place game, we didn’t care about it, good job to Sweden for actually trying” is so weak, so whiny, so immature, so…

This article is a little surprising, because I’m watching Evangelion for this first time on my roommate’s DVD box set, which doesn’t have a singular version of the song. For the DVDs, every ending credits has a different rendition of Fly Me To The Moon performed. And it appears the show when it originally aired had…

I beg to differ. They’ll probably be walled up in a Costco or some type of gun store, and then they’ll all slowly kill themselves fighting over the last pair of sunglasses not made in China.

Tampa?

I live in a place full of (white) manbabies who demand respect without being willing to give it to others. Giant lifted trucks, barbed wire tattoos on steroid-pumped upper arms, Punisher skulls, “black rifles” and “tactical” clothing: all of this is about signaling the world, “I DEMAND YOUR DEFERENCE.”

Golf is okay and yesterday was cool. 

Imagine saying something so confidently and being so wrong.  You should head to a muni course on the weekend some time.

I have that original ending, and yes it pretty much just hints at what they wanted to do (which was shown in Death/Rebirth and End of Eva). But while Anno was having a bout with depression at the time, the reason for those two final episodes being so chaotic and disjointed was they simply ran out of money.

In know right? Because supporting apartheid and climate denial are reasonable opinions!

To each there own. My only question, isn’t there enough room on the table for both types of cranberry sauce? Thanksgiving is for everyone. I like the cranberry jelly from a can. You can have all of the homemade cranberry sauce.

You were skipping straight to the final boss (which has up to 7 forms if you don’t defeat it quickly!) which adds a lot of stakes. Watching regular season baseball is like watching random battles with a particularly rng-heavy battle system.

Anyone who adds walnuts to chocolate chip cookies (or any cookie or pastry for that matter) should be summarily executed. I don’t even want to guess at how many batches of cookies and brownies my dad ruined when I was growing up by putting walnuts in them.

Crushed tomatoes have just a very slight texture; thicker than sauce, but definitely mostly a liquid consistency. Once you’ve cooked it for 15 minuets or more, it’s totally believable that the sauce in the picture is un-food-processed.