This kid threw at his father in a father-son game

Yup, I’m embarrassed that I didn’t get that joke at the time. Whoosh! It's a shame, because it is a powerful image for this topic.

Well, misplaced outrage can be put back in the barn. That is not their logo. In the future, maybe add a disclaimer at the top when logos are photoshopped, please?

I’ve spent 5 minutes looking at that logo, trying to come up with any other possible explanation. That bird is wearing a Klan hood. That is absolutely awful. Why not just call the team the Grand Wizards.

This is genius. South Africa didn't want to be a part of a bribe, so they had FIFA bribe themselves.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t a second page to this:

Looks like they fixed his dental work pretty well after that beaning last year... (Too soon?)

Good points all. My only 'gotcha' was with property taxes. At closing, they used the old taxes for my escrow. Well, the house hadn't been sold in 30 years. After the city got the new sales price, taxes went up 50%, leaving me short the first year. Always have your mortgage company factor in the new sales price on your…

There was a way to get the current speed of an 87 Tbird. Just keep hitting the 'Average Speed' button to recalc it. If you did it quickly, it would show your true speed.

I got pulled over in Georgia driving my '87 TBird. The officer asked if I knew how fast I was going, and I could honestly say 'No'. Though I told him it took a few seconds after I slammed on the brakes upon seeing him for the speedo to get below 85. I think being honest with him earned me a ticket for only 79, not 85+.

In ‘92, I toured Europe for the summer - 9 countries in 8 weeks. This was before the Euro, so I invented my own currency ‘International Beer Units’. Wherever you are, get a beer and note its price. Compare everything else to that price, to decide if it is a good deal. Pizza is 5 beers - no way! Hotel is 10 beer? Works…

Three weeks ago, after a long weekend in Chicago, I flew home through Atlanta. Hartsfield's auto-flushes are a disaster. After doing my business, I reach for the TP... FLUSH! Splash! Wipe up... FLUSH! Splash! Get more TP... FLUSH! Splash! This repeats 7 times, splashing me every time. If it wasn't for my exhaustion…

I did this too, the first time solo at a sushi bar. It was the last hunk of food on the plate, pinkish and could be mistaken for fish. As I put it in my mouth, the chef Ichiban (yes, that was his name) almost came over the counter to get me to stop "Noooo...!". After I committed, he laughingly said I could spit it…

Manatee ball coach would do better than that last guy, so I had to drum him out. Not even Yogi Barracuda won with him. No one wants a cream puffer a coach, so I had to come down from my perch and kick their wrasse. We had to regrouper we'd be out of it by June. I just grabbed the nearest wahoo, whether he knows jack…

I love that she called him an asshole. He must be used to being called that, because he didn't even react.

I haven't interviewed in years, on either side of the table. I'm hoping these kinds of technical questions nowadays can be answered in the interview by taking your phone out and googling the answer.

Man, that bungee dive scares me every time. I know he'll be fine, but what about that one-in-a-million times when he plummets to his death in front of (hopefully) 70,000 fans, including my little kids? They'd have to pack up the Jags and head to London the very next week, since no fan would ever go back in that…

OK, I'm the jerk in this story.