Because passing motorcyclists. :D

Just a reminder of some of the things that have happened since Rae Carruth’s arrest and conviction:

This seems like a perfect segue into a story about the lack of minorities working in NFL front offices.

I only wish Mr. Kaepernick we as police officers, ostensibly dedicated civil servants, could see the emotional and psychological challenges that our officers citizens in the communities we are entrusted to serve face following a fatal encounter with the worst of our officer representatives, in addition to daily…

That name’s too long. Let’s shorten it a little bit.

That reminds me of my dad and how he’d drive his IROC-Z onto the court where I was playing youth basketball and skid that thing real close to me while I was trying to shoot a free throw. If I missed, he’d flick a cigarette at me, peel out, and I wouldn’t see him for months. If I made the shot he’d nod at me…

Good dad, my ass. Look at how badly that kid’s missing his spots.

Bring Colorado State

Some of my favorite people. And they were awesome for speaking out. But until our politicians have the guts to make changes, real changes, against the gun dealership lobby, nothing will change. Because you can wrap all this in the American flag and 2nd amendment bullshit, but it’s all about selling guns and fuck the…

I love Tim Duncan and am saddened at his retirement, so in the spirit of stirring up some shit for no reason: if you think Kobe Bryant was the best player of their generation, and not Timmy, you are a raving madman, wandering the desert shoveling peyote into his mouth, lost in the grip of his own feverish…

Greatest player of his generation. I will miss him. And I will argue against the whole “best power forward ever” thing until my dying breath. “He was a center! A centeeeeerrr ....”

I know others have more importance, but Papelbon choking a teammate/arguably best player in the game in the dugout and the takes defending it that followed are fucking legendary.

I spent the last few weeks thinking of a tree that we used to have in the backyard of our old house. All those hours I spent under that tree looking up as the sunlight dripped like honey through the leaves. When the thin cold wire of time wasn’t pressing pushing tight against my neck. There was time back then. There’s…

I don’t understand how this is a gender thing. Myself and all my male friends shave there too.

Yeah, but he also had to lump in the 3 prequels in there, which cheapens his criticism of this new film. He’s an old filmmaker defending his friend who is also an old filmmaker, not just an objective observer.

That’s what the show is called, though.

I respect this take. All takes matter.