You didn’t see Rizzo getting thrown out at the plate and cheap-shotting Austin Hedges in the process? That was a hell of an outfield assist

You’re a special kind of stup-er, uh excuse me, that was rude-willfully ignorant, aren’t you?

Damn, look who was born on third base thinking he hit a triple.

I have a friend whose support dog flies with him, and the 100 pound german shepherd lays on the floor under his seat.

Go get fucked. Not everyone is as fortunate as you, assclown.

Huh? I’ve traveled all over California in every month of the year and you have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. Some places in the Central Valley do get oppressively hot during the summer, but that is typically a dry heat. The deserts are hot but nearly always dry. Hot & humid conditions only occur a few…

Counterpoint: The “Clang” sound made when the opposing team’s red-hot 3-point shooter who was inexplicably & infuriatingly left wide-open misses his shot and draws iron is sublime.

Two words: Slammin’ Salmon. It’s easily better than Club Dread (which I kinda liked)

Clearly you haven’t seen Slammin’ Salmon. It puts the movie Waiting to shame in the “screwball service industry comedy” category. And Club Dread actually has some funny moments.

Interesting Paxton trivia that most don’t know-he was in a band in the 80s called Martini Ranch that is so emblematic of the time. Check out the video for “Reach!”, directed by James Cameron or “How can the laboring man find time for self-culture?”, which he directed. Much like all of his screen appearances, he steals…

DakhaBrakha! They are amazing. Go see them live if you can. I lucked into seeing them at Joshua Tree Music Festival and was blown away by how otherworldly their music was

If Hoffman doesn’t get in next year I call shenanigans on the entire Hall of Fame. I have my broom ready.

Don’t you mean {eter Ga,,pms?

Mexico already has a Trump resort that was never built. It failed (shocker) and Trump ended up settling the resultant lawsuits (which he claims he never does):

Tajin.

I actually met Ray Bradbury when I was a somewhat awkward pre-teen that was really into his writing. He was kind of a dick, and yes, that conversation was awkward.