Eh, I generally agree with your takes, Albert, but your entire premise is off: Cercei has no plans other than spiteful Fuck ‘em. A plan suggests a constructed path—however hare-brained—to achieve a mission. Her decision was to sip on wine and stare out the window until presumably the Night King shows up in town to…

“Oh, but what about the disabled” to me will always be filed under concern-trolling until Amazon and Google start dedicating and promoting that function, which right now is ancillary at best to the primary selling point of Futuristic Convenience.

He’ll be 78 next November.

I listen to every episode, and he’s never mentioned specifically how it happened like he did here. For fuck’s sake, that sounds scary and I’m happy that he seems to have recovered for the most part.

Zach Lowe was using “son” as a verb a while back, and he is the squarest of square dads.

Wendell was a joke for a long time—perhaps deservedly so—but as a general rule, it actually more productive to send the runner than to hold him. I.e., the default decision should be to wave unless there is a reason to hold.

This was better than butter?

Westbrook one of the best players ever to have on your team so long as winning the title is not your realistic aim. Alas.

The rightful national anthem:

It’s sports, not a murder trial. Forensic analysis is not necessary. Entertainment, emotions, fun, all that soft shit that the MUST GET CALLS RIGHT side seem to ignore is what makes people care about men kicking a ball on grass in the first place.

Russ is obviously a polarizing figure, but why the anti-PG sentiment?

Sometimes, in these rarest of times, I'm glad to have spent the amount of time I've spent on Twitter.

At this point I just cannot get exercised over individual deals where the young player decides to financially secure himself, however below “fair-market price” it may be. The labor market is artificially depressed thanks to rules agreed upon by players to squeeze young talent for low wages. And also that a large…

House shows, man, always house shows. Unless there’s a particularly compelling reason, the only arena event I’d buy tickets for is the semi-annual house show at MSG. Otherwise, stick to smaller venues for cheaper tickets and a better time.

Good summary.

Two main suspects have been identified:

The most obvious solution, as you said, is to split the card in two: Saturday* NXT/WWE combined card at a basketball arena, then Sunday Wrestlemania proper at football stadium. This nips in bud just about every logistical problem because the Saturday NXT show has already been established as part of the Mania Weekend.

On the bright side, now you can take a bathroom break every 20 minutes because YOU’RE A MAN.

Woah, that last part

“Keep trying hard and one day you, too, will have 40 acres and a mule.”