I know it was objectification and in general I’m against it, but I truly do miss the strapping rugby lads that used to populate Thighlights posts.

It’s merely 3:30pm here in Central Time and my Funbag withdrawal symptoms are in full bloom. DAMN YOU, JIM!!

I love these dogs, and I love the idea of living in Mexico City amongst their majesty for 3 or more months.

Ugghhhhhhh... as a Cubs fan who absolutely LOATHES the Cards, if this is what it will take then So Be It.

Don’t upsell the Brewers, they’re just a mild irritant to us, and will drop even further on the Cubs Fan Hate Scale once Braun is done with them.

At least this year, some of the bandwagon will dissipate and walk away too.

A good number of us felt like this was going to go down in flames once the powers that be in the organization began “celebrating” the 50th anniversary of what probably has been one of our most historic collapses.

No, please, don’t hurt my poor Texan heart by even considering what the title infers. I need to continue loving the legends of both Earl and Bum. I have so little left in these Ted Cruz/Greg Abbott/Jerry Goddamned Jones days...

I can’t pinpoint the exact reason why (maybe some old mixtape/CD a friend made me but I’ve forgotten about has the tracks back-to-back?), but every time I hear that song, I absolutely must listen to this proto-Postal Service one next, followed after by “Brand New Colony.” Always in that order.

(Oh, hey, y’all got my letter! Sweet.)

I steadfastly refuse whenever I’m at games where it still happens. Though I often purposefully avoid Sunday games most times because of it now, and I have zero plans to go to Yankee Stadium any year soon. Just, no. It’s a shit song with shitty jingoistic exclusionary language and since I remember pre-2001 baseball,…

They’re already kvetching about EMS/Paramedics and Firefighters getting their own versions of it, so I would absolutely expect a big babyman fit to go down if more started “stealing” it from them.

Which is why, once I finally do make it to Camden Yards, I’m absolutely going to be visiting on a Friday. I love the hell out of that song and I’d love to see it sung in person at a large-ish sporting event.

Counter-counterpoint: Thor in a Astros uniform would be magnificent for me and especially for my Astros fan friends.

And they were such Magical Paper Towels too!

Wasn’t “Fever Dog” the name of the shitty band’s big hit song in Almost Famous, and not the shitty band’s shitty name itself (which I thought was “Sweetwater”, the most unimaginative name given to one boring city in every state)? Or am I successfully forgetting that movie as the years pass, despite it forever ruining…

Heaven help me, I’ve recently come across Mexican hipster jams that I thoroughly enjoy.

This is the Corgan - you can oh so easily hear it belonging among the Smashing Pumpkins songs of that era. 

That’s what my mom taught me at age 3. If any strange man ever grabs me, kick as hard as possible at his crotch and bite and scream and don’t stop until he lets you go or help arrives. One of the earliest life lessons I remember as a little girl. 

I see you’ve never been a passably-attractive woman simply existing in a city before. Must be nice. (Though usually they hide that wanking inside their pants and don’t full-on whip it out. Usually.)