I was only six in 1984 but I am pretty sure I remember there being people of color in malls. Right?

Don’t feel the least bit sad for any of the a-holes who came to the game in red face. Now you can shed a single tear to complete your mockery of an entire population of people.

I am calling BS on the “Let’s Go Mets” song. Yes, the Metsmerized song was an atrocity. An embarrassment to Mets fans that exists to this day and my one year old will carry on throughout his life. It’s that bad. But “Let’s Go Mets” was like an 80's TV sitcom theme song. It was iconic. It was Perfect Strangers and…

I believe the only “beat” borrowed that I wasn’t crazy about was the staging for the big death scene on the walkway. It was too reminiscent of the Obi Wan/Vader confrontation that there was no element of surprise for me when it ultimately happened.

Define “old” please.

I thought this was an interesting read. I can relate to much of it. My only question about this is whether what you are trying to articulate is actually “survivors guilt.” Wouldn’t being in a car crash and surviving while three of your friends died be a clearer situation that could result in survivors guilt? Or many…

Weird how a large mass of adult men who lose their shit over comic books movies can be in disbelief over a male adult who gives him self an admittedly silly nickname. Go figure.

The Wheaton Metro escalator in MD is 230 feet and I walk it every single day. I am 37 years old. Stop being lazy. The escalator isn’t a ride at Disney. Move. You don’t have to walk the entire time. But move. And when you aren’t moving forward step to your right. Thanks.