Why would we want to punish him further by making him live in Indiana?

17's a pretty big gap, tbh.

That’s gotta Sting.

Roxanne! You don’t have to put on that red hat.

A few months ago, we had a family vacation at Lake of the Ozarks. The 3 year old vomited on himself 20 minutes into the return trip... and proceeded to do it 3 more times in what ended up being a 9+ hour trip. The 4 month old screamed every moment he wasn’t napping. He didn’t nap much.

It aint about brains son, its about HEART

Just the children?

You are just nailing all the things I said. 

Yep, that’s what I said. 

Last time this topic came up in these parts I had the gall to suggest that in any sport there’s a certain push and pull between the values of “entertainment” and “fairness,” and that we absolutely need to sacrifice some fairness to retain entertainment because, fundamentally, that’s what this is about — entertaining…

Nobody who watches basketball would say that its biggest problem is rampant uncalled traveling. 

No one says that

It’s a game, it’s purpose is entertainment. Are you entertained by slavishly ensuring that the minutiae of each and every rule is followed to the millimeter? If I wanted to watch arguments about the precise, mechanical application of arcane sub-sub-subclasses of text, I’d watch contract dispute trials.

I won’t be satisfied until we go back into time to analyze every black and white pixel and commissioned portrait in the history of sports to determine all the real winners and losers. Why merely police the present when the past is just sitting there, riddled with mistakes and bad judgments? Maybe David was offsides…

Cop.

No, that’s a bitch move.  

Genuine question: Doesn’t it at least peak interest and make his supporters wonder why he won’t just release them, like every other presidential candidate in recent history. Seriously, I haven’t seen any reporting about what excuse supporters give when asked about his taxes.

Because it would most likely slow the pace of play to unbearable. That’s just a guess, though.

My favorite insults of this non-expletive variety are the sort a grandfather might use to refer affectionately to his grandson, like “sport”, “pal” or “champ”. Call someone an asshole and odds are they let it go, but there is something infuriating and delightful about the condescension of being told, “Alright, ease up…