I have too many Taco Bell anecdotes to be ashamed. For now, the grilled stuffed burrito is on point and I once recall my boss when I worked at a bike shop calling and askeing if I wanted anything from Taco Bell. Of course I did but I hate passing along complicated orders and responded, “Just get some stuff, it’s all…

I take my son on lots of walks. The stroller got several hundred miles in our neighborhood then he got tires of sitting in it and figured out how to climb out. Man I could drink some beer and relax while heading up and down our urban trails. Luckily, a friend hipped me to the wagon. Many, many more miles put on it and…

Should be in everyone’s top 5 albums. I can judge by the other 4 but this is unquestioned.

I avoid coworker parties. Work is work and friends are friends. Your friends will be fine with you drinking whatever or not whatever. You can even find ways to hang out that don’t or do center on drinking.

Easy accounting solution. Players sign to percentage of caps. They can get a close/rough estimate beforehand and then hard numbers later. The cap is the same for all teams so it would work.

I perhaps could deal with the cider. Bourbon and its whiskey brethren are something I must steer clear of. If you see me drinking whiskey, trust that something most stupid is happening.

Many signs of being an asshatdiot. Who doesn’t put his/her drink down before swinging?

I grew up on the Mississippi River with no AC and bad screens. It was a battle between sweating and mosquitoes. Then my folks split and my next bed was in the converted attic of a bungalow. I spent many a Memphis night figuring out how to sleep(the days were brutal) til I put a box fan in the window and another next…

Stag is some good stuff and a fantastic can. I recall my dad drinking a ton of Meister Beau and would clean out the cooler if I ever see it.

This is effective slug bait.

Of course, I live in the backwards south.

You know what else, Jordan would have thrown a fit playing with the group Lebron has now. He makes his team rise up and play the best it can.

This team has Zach Randolph playing all out defense.

What you are watching is some hellified team defense and Mike Conley making his mark on NBA lore. Dude is busted in every part of his body and comes out on the night that Steph gets the MVP and straight balls out.

One of the brightest things my pops ever said to me happened in those times. I was taking his truck and gonna catch up with some friends. I said I would call him if I needed to stay over. He said, “I trust you to do the right thing. If you mess up then it was a sign that I failed you as a parent.” The man has a way…

Dude realized a crazy goal and found he could do more. That is the mindset of a philosopher king. Much props to him and I will finish this beer I didn't plan to in his honor cause my Tuesday trauma ain't nothing like what he would have been working with.

It really isn't that hard. For all these stat heads, they can't see some basic math. Let the player over the next year or so(maybe longer) sign for percentages of the cap, not values. I generally hate percents cause they are a pain to teach. Well, easy to teach but a pain for kids to learn...but they work awful nice…

Three things.

I have to date spent $0 knowingly on the NFL. I have much to be ashamed but not this.

Goddamn, that was a serious ass whopping of words.