Has it been a full decade yet since he got banned?

Why would you read anything about a movie that you were already interested in seeing?

Upon my second viewing I’m leaning toward it being Cliff’s fantasy. As couple others mentioned above, in every other appearance Bruce is treated with quiet reverence. Also just today I heard an interview with QT wherein he states his love for Bruce Lee and martial art films, in general.

The Red Planet is a cold, dead place, with an atmosphere about 100 times thinner than Earth’s.

Again

Simmons and Embiid

Hear hear. And I’ll add Cody R. to this list, who just may have helped create a competition that will never topple WWE but noticeable enough for Vince to perhaps change his ways.

If you’re doing a braise then the flabby skin becomes optional, but man, the best part of pan-seared thighs is the crispy, flavorful skin.

Against an amateur in this no-point-drops-allowed match, I’d think she’ll lob one in as a second serve then immediately crush a winner.

Now he’s the best player on a rebuilding lottery team in cow country, hoping his new general manager has enough accrued draft picks stored up to make him somebody else’s problem.

Here’s your star for nearly making me spit out my Malbec. Now fuck off.

About the only thing I fault the MLB directly for in this is by going to dynamic pricing models for tickets and regional cable networks for TV, they’ve essentially murdered their visibility to lower income folks. Basketball and football still show up on the free TV, and there’s tailgating for football and cheap seats…

You had me at stomping on Phil Neville.

Fabulist is too generous of a term for this worm and his morning-wood relief.

The cousin is related to the gangster, not Ortiz.

Austin Rivers is the Jared Kushner of the NBA.

Indeed. His two best skillet and attribute, shooting and size, age the best and will keep him effectively for many more years. Contrast that to someone like Russ, oof.

Kyrie is Neymar, Neymar is Kyrie.

Really is the MLB-equivalent to Alex Ferguson’s famous halftime speech: “Lads, it’s Tottenham.”