To be fair, the shaky scaffold in gale force winds refused to schedule them, on principle.

Fans disillusioned by the NCAA and its power conference leanings would vote for Harvard-- or not at all-- to send a message.

The Eagles’ SB win has been the only redeeming thing about this spectacular shitshow of a year.

He’s finally healthy, finally got paid, and is still bellyaching and talking trash about his teammates. He’s talented, but can we agree that he’s a fuckboi?

Not the smartest play of the day, but I don’t think there are many lineman who can say they scored a pick-six and were later ejected in the same game, so that has to count for something.

Love it.

This one makes my face twitch.

When I was younger and much more easily pleased, I thought a three-day summer weekend in Wildwood was paradise.

Too many Dems (and let’s face it-- too many of their supporters) think they can just show up and win, because they’re better and they have a little less contempt for the other. Anyone who is old enough to have witnessed at least one of Dan Rather’s Election Night meltdowns knows better.

“They never should have gave you rapists money!”

I promise to never be insufferable again. Watching the Eagles win the Super Bowl is sandwiched between my second wedding day and the day I spent in the Louvre on the list of the best days of my life.

His suspension cost me a fantasy championship.

It didn’t even hurt.

To hell with Geno’s and Pat’s-- Jim’s is my go-to whenever I come back home.

Fuck.

Mister Moreno, I don’t feel so good...

Jason Heyward, Justin Upton, Yoenis Cespedes... Schilling in the studio... this clip is peak Kinja.

I want to live in your world, where an elimination game in a playoff series is meaningless.

Sad that I missed the presentation last night.

So jelly. I once dreamed that I met Ron Hextall and have never forgotten the experience. I even called him “Mr. Hextall”.