Someone else must have voted in Hamas.

When I was a kid in the 70s, one of the barbers at the strip mall barbershop used to drive one of these to work. Just left it in the fire lane in front of the store as nonchalantly as my mom would park her 72 Duster.

Visor aside, what are you supposed to do when the valet fucks up your car? High-five him? Give him a little hug and say “It’s OK”? I think you get in trouble if you punch him in the face, as deserved.

Best halftime song pick ever. That whole album is fantastic. I hope they make another one someday.

Ketchup is for shitty overdone cookout burgers at your inlaws’. At a bar that makes a good one and gives you toppings like avocado and fried onions? The ketchup is for fries only.

Kirstie Alley was good on Cheers, and people forget just how gorgeous she was.

You know what was great? That Shelley Long pulled that McLean Stevenson bullshit thinking she was the big star everyone was tuning in to watch, and the producers said “Have a nice day”, hired a better and better looking replacement; Cheers ran for like 23 more years, and Shelley Long did a Disney movie about girl…

I love when people rear-end me and then claim it’s my fault. Many years ago I was driving on the Gowanus, bumper-to-bumper evening rush, when I get hit pretty hard from the back. I get out and the other driver is bellowing at me in a thick Indian accent about how it is my fault, because he had more damage on his…

Gotta let the anger go. One time we were sitting in the Shea Stadium parking lot after a game, waiting for the traffic to dissipate, when we felt an impact. Some chowderhead had come too close to us and hit the corner of the bumper of my car. I got out to inspect the damage (he had scraped a bunch of the paint off…

When I was a kid my friend had this big 4-door Pontiac. Nothing special, but he loved it to death. His parents got it painted for his birthday, and we were admiring it from the window of an ice cream shop parked in a lot at the foot of a hill where really rich people live. All of sudden we hear some thuds, including…

Yeah, nothing noticeable. I did say I felt bad.

The last time I “got out”, the opposite happened. I was waiting at a light with my family and a car bopped into the back of us. Not hard enough for anyone to be hurt, but more than a tap. I was already in a mood and this set me off. I stormed outta the car in full rage mode, fists ready, cursing up a storm, get to…

Reminds me of one of mine. I was driving a bunch of guys to a Ticketron to wait overnight to buy concert tickets (U2 Joshua Tree tour!). Class had just let out and we wanted to get there ASAP so I was doing about 115 on some Northeast PA highway in my ‘76 Monte Carlo. One of the guys asks if it’s OK to “light up”. …

Zero interest. Forget about buying one if I was rich... I don’t even care to look at them at shows and the like. They all look the same. Meh. Gimme a ‘58 Eldorado any day.

My then-75-year-old dad decided he needed a new car a few years ago. Bear in mind he is not in the greatest condition and therefore rarely ranges far from a house/doctor/church/diner 5 mile radius. He had a Hyundai Tucson with 30K miles on it. He said that gas prices had gone up and he needed something that would…

I have old cars. I thought these hid a jack point or something. Not a dumb topic at all.

Guitarist using a bow is pretty much the epitome of cool.

Joe Torre is a blockhead. He is the luckiest man in the history of baseball, to have stumbled into a perfect situation with a bunch of really good players, the best closer ever, and an owner willing to outspend his competition by multiples. He added nothing to that team, and he adds nothing now.

A lot of the kvetching about game length seems to come from sports media types who are there for work.

The only people complaining about the length of games are reporters against deadlines. You got somewhere to be? I don’t - I paid a bunch of money for these tickets.