Never sing and fly. Sounds terrible.

Juan Sanchez. The name to focus on here.

Still better than boxing.

The game is being moved to Los Angeles.

Second responders never get any recognition. They still responded dammit!

Fuck Draymond Green.

As suspected, it was the receiver who caught the ball, AJ Carter. Jump balls are dangerous. Probably landed on someone else’s foot.

Hold up.

The microphone is too close to your mouth. How about THAT.

How about 90 years apart.

How about 90 years apart.

Cheech: I wish I could do that.

+1 Ham on whole wheat. Alright.

No, you are not. It’s been wonky a few days at least. I do enjoy this place (far too much really), but aren’t there a bunch of computer dudes in like the next room at Gizmodo? It is part of the seductive allure of kinja though.

Optical illusion. I slowed it down and used the superduperzoomer on the Zoomerator 2000, and it hit in front of the line.

Luckily it wasn’t Zion Williamson Boneheadedly Tears Every Ligament in Both Knees While Duke Leading Princeton by 20 Points.

I did enjoy Booger admitting he had never heard of Daughtry. As in the person/band that sucks and performed a pre-taped indoor halftime “performance.” After a clip showing that person near a tour bus which was probably not his, saying he was glad to be back in Charlotte.

Like gangsters, people like this are made of Teflon. Nothing sticks. They have people who make sure of it. Do you think anything will ultimately stick to Bill from the Clinton Foundation? Nah.

Every time the Browns win I imagine Hugh Jackson taking credit. Right now he is sitting alone in a booth at Skyline staring at a plate of 3-Way, mumbling “If they had just kept me on we would be 8-5-1, would have won the Superbowl and started a dynasty. No doubt. No doubt in my mind.”

Ohhhhh, his future former business manager Ebony, Ebony.

One Day of Lives.