we’re having a bit of a cold snap here today, its just under 70 for chrissakes.

And the Mets have done it again:

Uncle Rico

Pete Souza, the White House photographer, needs to do a coffee table book of President Obama and kids. He has reams of fantastic pictures of POTUS having fun with little people.

Here’s what’s brave: doing what you know is right for you, regardless of what others in your life might do, think, or say. The pressure on women to make their life choices in a certain way is no joke.

I’m a “childless by choice” woman of a certain age...and that certain age (or experience that comes with getting to this age) affords me the luxury of not G-ingAF about anyone’s opinion about my choice. And I don’t mean that “IDGAF” in an angry, defensive way. At this point, I’m pretty chill about it. In my life…

I seriously do not feel brave . I want  people to respect my choice without there being a reason for it. like fuck off already.

Agreed. Anthony Recker’s got a killer one.

This is the best article in the history of deadspin dot com. More butt stuff, please.

This is my favorite story of the day. Thank you Jordan.

I think he’s the only fair haired man I ever found attractive

He’s not at the top of my list, but he’s in the five to seven range.

Rollie Fingers is a wonderful name for a greased-up-looking reliever with a tricky sinker. Maybe the perfect name. He’s gonna get the save, and then he’s going to con you out of 40 bucks on your way back to your car.

Can someone please explain to me the thought process behind the folks who switched from pro-Bernie to pro-Johnson? Is it the marijuana thing? Because otherwise they have virtually opposite economic policy ideas.

I think we need a new feature at deadspin:

OMG this girl’s teeth! Is anyone else bothered by this?

I mean, depending on how much it costs. Our entire wedding budget consists of only two Canadian nickels, a button I found, and a positive attitude. Our dog Ruff Bader Ginsbark is officiating the ceremony.

It starts a month after Valentimes.

“I’ll give you a topic: One of the handsomest billionaires ever is neither handsome nor a billionaire. . . .”

I know, it’s almost like I want my kid to find some sort of middle ground between being a weirdo who can’t get a job because he gets offended when an interviewer tries to shake his hand and feeling like he has to hug his great aunt who smells like cats and a funeral home.