“And why wasn’t it over after 2008?”

If Colin doesn’t get a job soon I’ll kill myself, which has the added bonus of my never again having to watch Bill O’Brien’s miserable fucking offense grind to a fucking halt because he’s a fucking fraud.

So the infield is mainly comprised of people not alive when they last made it to a World Series? I’m assuming Adrian Gonzalez, who was alive during a few Brooklyn Dodgers championships, is injured.

Wow, a pitcher hitting a home run, that’s far more rare than a 13-game winning streak.

He learned what Jim Bakker and Oral Roberts knew before him:

I too listen to him constantly to see if I will agree with him at some point, and ask for written transcriptions of his utterances to confirm that it would be the case. A constant state of readiness and vigilance, that’s my motto.

I’ll trade it for their not shooting any 12-year-olds with little warning and then lying to cover it up.

And, of course, “Avoid long articles about individual match minutiae or that prop up people who obviously don’t even want to be in the sport”

But this leaves the Celtics with only 314 draft picks in the next 8 years.

I’m so glad our streak of unconstitutional signature legislation is continuing. It’s an exciting day for the corporate legal buddies of the AG/governor who will doubtlessly be retaining as outside counsel to bleed the state dry regardless of the outcome.

Just the other day I got a letter from Flav’s lawyers

What if the Pink Ladies fixed cars and the Sweathogs are whatever they were called sang songs mocking propriety as embodied by Sandra Dee.

Well at least we now know it’s paid in Internet Recognition Fun Bucks by the word, not paid in Internet Recognition Fun Bucks by the any other metric.

“Hey, it’s a comment! We’re doing things right!” — the User-Generated Content Omni-mind.

If somebody said “remember something from Season 2 or this dog gets it,” I’d be like “Sorry, Fido”

I think I should watch that 30 for 30 about the rise of the Big East and the spectacle (even growing up 1500 miles away) that was the year-end tournament at MSG. Bigger than life coaches, all hilarious, except Rick Barnes at Providence.

I think people are looking for a different type of Simpsons, as their viewership is in the goddamn toilet. In 2011 I think they were alarmed with 8 million viewers, now they’re down to 2.5 million (one third of NCIS: LA and one-fourth of Little Big Shots). But, as I’ve said in every new season since 2000: fuck ‘em.

No idea what it was supposed to be except for spoiled debutante, but it morphed into Valley Girl 25 years later.

It’s true, he’s dogshit.

Speaking of recycling, the famous tennis club scene in Trading Places is taken from Joanna Barnes’ story in Auntie Mame.