1968. Good year for jams.

How not to rob a bank.

That kick is like an Adrian Peterson switch.

Dov Charney is probably looking at these pictures and thinking what a good ad these pics would be.

Real Quiet and Victory Gallup finish.

Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!

Tyrion?

Mandela is turning in his grave.

Thank you. That’s a good article/interview, puts the game in perspective. Makes me think about Carl Mays and Ray Chapman.

2006 draft. Wasn’t that a first pick for the Texans?

While you’re at it, please tell us which Republicans aren’t running for President.

I don’t know how Paul Dano wasn’t even nominated for Best Supporting Actor for There Will Be Blood.

But moving forward all autographs will say Clay Thompson.

Yes Minnesota.

Someone should just start a Betty Friedan line of lingerie.

FiveThirtyEight will probably now investigate this discrepancy.

Don’t worry though, because if you’re a sex offender you can come on campus if you just notify the principal first.

I actually get the New Yorker periodically, but only for one year, because I refuse to add more to the pile when I know there are a few hours to be spent getting through the articles.

I saw him live a couple times in small clubs, I was so lucky. I loved the way he always forcefully tapped his foot while playing. He’s a gift. Here’s one I always thought defined the blues.