I remember when Marchman used to actually give a shit about interesting baseball stories (The Classical anyone?). Now his editorial skills regarding baseball seem to distill down to *troll Cardinals Fans*.

The trolling of St. Louis is real. Maybe he left because Chicago was willing to essentially sign him to a front-loaded 3 year contract?? I can only imagine what Twitter would be like if every fanbase had a twitter account to aggregate the lowest common denominator’s reaction about moves.

We’re already drunk

I hope the Cubs never win it.

A discussion of food movies without “Big Night” isn’t worth having. Almost every scene is delicious, but the final scene where Stanley Tucci makes this frittata is my favorite:

If only it was a red room, the waveform might have lasted a little longer!

America thanks you.

Nice!

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Another instance of just how dangerous it is to try to get that last yard or two before sliding. The defender has to switch gears between a good, hard tackle and getting out of the way in a split second, and the potential for injury is enormous. The incentives add up to unnecessarily brutal plays.

I’ve seen some dirty hits on QBs before (hits on Favre in the NFC Championship game), but I gotta say, it looked like Joyner was trying everything possible not to hit him. I think a lot of people forget how fast everyone is moving, and it looks like Joyner has just halted his sideways momentum (but still with a lot of…

In the time it took you to write this very crucial piece of scolding, I fixed my typo, updated the post, and did a phone interview for the third story I’m writing today. Just a thought! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I am always amazed at people who confuse food and urban legends.

What...? You mean the Greatest of All Time is probably going to retire on the back of a record-smashing career that statistically we may never see the likes of again in our lifetimes raising back-to-back World Cups... you mean _that_ thing? Not on your life buddy, there’s only limited space and Jarryd Hayne got…

My favorite single from her album, 1589, is definitely Welcome to New Yorick. Shake it Out, Damned Spot takes a close second.

Preach.

What I found astonishing was the offended manchildrens’ failure to understand that many of the rabid fans of the original were women. This remake isn’t “for women” any more than the original was “for men”. It’s the same old falsehood rearing it’s head again; that female protagonists are for a strictly female audience,…

With a soupcon of stupidity.

(giant fart noise)