81 in letters spells “H-A.”

In the bullpen world, I believe that’s called “The John Wetteland.”

My wife owned a ‘93 Metro.

“Big” Stephen Petitpas was the flagman at my local track. He wrestled Ric Flair on the independent circuit in an earlier life.

According to my social media feeds, Maple Leaf fans only have to stumble into 10-minutes of success before they become insufferable. 

I think the problem isn’t that great players can’t relate to players who don’t have their mentality....it’s because great players AVOID players with their mentality.

Although roos normally don’t come as far north as where I live*, it is generally understood that calling them “Skippy” or “Hoppy” is interpreted as a slur and earns you a punch in the mouth (or worse, a kick, known around here** as a “rooiboot. ”)

“Crazy rumors” out of [insert NFL organization] and “crazy rumors” out of Cleveland would be two totally different things right?

Well he’s already had a better Laker career than Steve Nash, Karl Malone & Gary Payton...so there is that.

THE (pronounced “thah”) Utah State.

Due to an inferiority complex when surrounded by their orderly math colleagues, big alphabet has convinced the public that it’s letters have to be recited in a particular order.

When my son had to leave his first real “best friend” Malcolm behind in kindergarten, they hugged it out and and Malcolm told him that he’d miss him forever.

I remember 30 years ago working with a new guy who had just rented the UFC 1 VHS.

It's a commentary on Trump's aluminum tariff. 

I think we owe a lot of this scoring boom to goalie coaches (wait, wait...hear me out).

“NOT MY FAULT” and “I take responsibility” in the same sentence.

My mom was born 30 years before The Besos, but in her generation “alive” was an adverb adding strength to the verb.

Agreed.

Challenge accepted:

There is “something” missing...