Yes, because they still live in Cleveland

I agree that he was riding too close, but that doesn’t mean he was riding outside his skillset, just being careless. In my mind, those are two different things.

Did Leitch hijack Burneko’s Kinja?

They already are, based on the bragging that many of my co-workers are doing today. I’ve already been told that I’m not a baseball fan because I didn’t root for the Cubs to win.

Sure glad Chapman didn’t choke. He has a habit of choking. Usually people women.

The day is still young

So, running into your buddies bike who suddenly hit his brakes (yes, BRAKES, not BREAKS) is riding outside your skillset?

I’m sure it spoiled, you can hear the reactions to how awful it smelled. That being said, Coors Banquet, in the stubby bottles, is actually decent in a “I know I’m drinking Coors” kind of way.

Tawmy from Quinzee would not approve

I like the cut of your jib, partner

You checked emails? I sat and clicked F5 about 2000 times, so at least it sounded like I was doing something productive

I once picked up a bottle of Peanut butter & jelly vodka since it was in the discount bin and though, “eh, this can’t be that bad.” Wrong. It is terrible. I’ve had it for probably 4 years and shots are dished out as punishment for losing whatever game we play at neighborhood get-togethers. One day I’ll finally be rid…

Depends on how Texas views a potential independent contractor (if, that is what the owner of the company meant by “contract driver”). It’s pretty easy in WI to have an “independent contractor” be deemed an employee simply by the “employer” having the ability to dictate when & where the contractor works.

On a related note, fuck Randy Wolf

too bad his real name, per the Sandy Koufax rule established above, is Dennis Ray Boyd. Sounds like a serial killer.

John Axford

although not a pitcher, still my favorite name: Sixto Lezcano

To each their own. And after the past couple days, I’m steadfast in my stance that I will never root for the Cubs. Several Cubs fans (my brother-in-law included) have asked me if I’m rooting for the Cubs. When I say no, I get this incredulous look, followed by a, “why not?” When asked that, I turn it around and ask…

Hopefully by the time my kids are in high school? (my oldest just turned 8 btw)

The look on his face when he realizes he’s facing pocket A’s is great. I’ve watched a bit of the WSOP this year and can attest this is this guy’s schtick - and it’s annyoing as fuck.