Tennis highlight truthing alert: not a volley by Rodionov. 

Still hurts to watch... so here, let’s watch it:

Plenty of classic fast break-ery here.

Ah, so THAT was the loud thud that woke me up (2500 miles away) last night. Helluva brick.

Fun fact: Winslow’s dad, Rickie, played at the University of Houston during the “Phi Slamma Jamma” years. He could slamma, for sure. 

Not an avid reader of Bill Simmons, much less a “remember what we wrote 20 years ago” reader of Bill Simmons. But good to know...

Only suggesting this (with, admittedly, minimal actual thinking) now that the dam has burst.... but what if the Hall became like a credit card or frequent flyer program, with a few tiers of status. So, Willie Mays is a Platinum Hall of Famer and Harold Baines is a Silver Hall of Famer... or something like that. Can…

This got me wondering... has Trump ever been the guy on the first hole who tosses a tee to determine who goes first?

Good excuse to revisit this:

Exactly. Part of me wants to give the guy credit for his apology (not the usual “sorry if you’re offended” crap).  But how is a comment like anywhere in his brain, much less close enough to his tongue to be verbalized?

To further ruin your day... I had to watch it twice to notice Charlene’s brain fart (queef?).

Homer: You’re Darryl Strawberry!

Which defender pleads for the call? I see the keeper. And one defender raises both arms as it to say WTF to his teammates...

“Meh, that’s nothing.”

Horse runs into bar, all freaked out, kicking wildly. Bartender says, “What’s wrong? Were you a salted?” Wait, I messed that up.......

Recycling material I’ve already used on another post about this (and didn’t even think of myself): That kayaker totally got sucker-punched.

“Suckerpunching” indeed... well played.

You could sorta name names without giving it away: National F L. No, wait. N. Football L. No, wait again... L. Simpson.

Embiggens.