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The prequels added nothing to Vader, but took so much away. Painting his path to the dark side as the mistakes of a horny & whiny teenager. Plus we never ever needed to see pre-pubescent Vader say “wizard”.

I feel we’re venturing into prequel territory with this stuff: take a character everyone’s already familiar with, then tell us his backstory which ultimately leads to where we first met him.

A Han Solo prequel wasn’t really needed. A whole trilogy is just overkill. Admittedly, I did enjoy the book versions, many years ago.

“I’m here to talk to you about...the JarJar Initiative.”

I find it difficult to believe that people are going to want to watch an entire prequel trilogy about Han Solo, as awesome as the character is. If we get one good movie out of this, I’ll be more than happy.

It they were to crossover with any Netflix show Daredevil would make the most sense

More like 1988-1994 but point is made.

IMHO you are off by almost exactly a decade. Or you were too young to see the first decade after the 1987 inception, and only saw Berman and Jackson after the infection hit.

I’m always amused when Dilfer bloviates with Steve Young standing right there. Young always gives him this look like, “What in the fuck are you saying?”

I’m more or less neutral on Jackson. He wasn’t awful, but he wasn’t amazing either. He didn’t make me turn my tv to ESPN, but he didn’t make me turn away, either.

They’ve got a death lineup. Possession dies with Melo. Possession dies with Rose. Noah’s knee dies. Porzingis’ career dies. Fans are dead inside. Lot of death all around.

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Fantastic works, perfect for many an occasion.

I had no idea she Ashley Eckstein is that awesome

What a gripping discovery! I can imagine, though, that the historical community will be resistant to this new information, perhaps even find it abrasive, but I think that the new information will wear at their aggravation over time through attrition.

It’s always the same story- Cashman wants to do the prudent thing, but a Steinbrenner micromanages the team into oblivion. Only this time, there’s no unlimited wallet that can be used as a Deus Ex Machina to save the Yankees’ ass.

so the MF is a.... tugboat...

Next up, same thing, but crowded movie theater.