“The only contact I had growing up was with my mom’s side of the family. And they are all as white as the refrigerator I’m standing in front of right now,” Tirico says

Why do people ask questions like this, with an implied assumption that they’d be alive at the end of said bout? Either way, aren’t you getting obliterated with probable brain damage?

I used to do an occasional spin class because the guy would play decent music. But every once in a while, he would mix in something in 3/4 time and it would drive me absolutely apeshit. He had no idea. The entire class would be confused — about 3 of us understood what had happened, and the others just realized that…

Agreed! Chaos is entertaining.

So is this in part the result of losing Geraint Thomas? He would have helped Froome fight off the young ‘uns, right?

Or other manly Tom Cruise movies...

Interesting. 3 of ours were straight from the track; the 4th had been in a home but his owner died. I’ve heard about the stairs but ours all figured it out in an instant. Never saw the statue thing, but one of ours would absolutely scramble for her crate when people came over for about the first 8 months we had…

All dogs are different, of course, but here are some that seem to be fairly common. YMMV.

We have a retired racer, too. He’s our fourth. They’re great dogs, though they have some idiosyncrasies. The industry makes me sick.

Meh. It loses its novelty after the third or fourth time.

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Does this method help get the stink out of pads?

I thought we were the ones buyin’ a caravan?

I love how it’s called the “Scallenge.”

You are a fucking genius.

I’ll see your Night Ranger, but raise it with some Winger.

It’s so, so ugly. If you get the chance to work one, I suggest you do it because you will never look at boxing the same way again.

Ask the guy below who boxed as an amateur, but for me the keys to the speed bag are (1) setup — it has to be at the right height or I’m screwed, and (2) start slow.

I like to think my hand-eye coordination is pretty good, but the double-end bag proves me wrong. Every. Time. So I see Floyd’s precision with the damn thing — his accuracy, his touch, how he dodges then smacks it again in exactly the right way — and I feel like an uncoordinated troll.