@ Rare Endangered Vuvuzela

Nothing wrong with gas, especially for things like fish. The real problem with gas grills, is that you generally can't get them as hot and a byproduct of the combustion is water vapor. Something like a crisp crust on a thick porterhouse with a rare center is difficult, if not impossible to get on most gas grills.

Good for fucking you (and Cyrus and Mr. Relaford). Life's short - jump in with both feet. At the least you'll have some fantastic stories.

That's a (sorry for the potty mouth) fucking hand grenade that will be attacked by just about everyone except the UAW. Expect Ford to start making noises about pulling out of a couple plants in OH or using non-Ohio suppliers in 3..2..1...

I took the train from NY to DC today, and boy a lot of Baltimore looks like The Wire's Baltimore.

@Rare Endangered Vuvuzela

And you know he also spatula-squished all of the juices out of the burgers.

Only if you're a congressman.

Isiah Thomas always reminded me of him, both great athletes and assholes hiding behind a big smile. O.J. did that too.

I'm never all that funny, but I really lost it for about six months, I don't know why. I was surprised I kept my star. Fortunately, I had stockpiled a ton of Broadway musical, Food Network, and Charles Barkley golf swing jokes. And sports stuff...

Where have you been?

Tragically sober tonight. No tragedy, just soberish. I think there must be a letter limit on word length, which slightly watered down the funny.

A little geographical knowledge or team love/hate opinion would be helpful. Otherwise you'll end up with something like: derek jeter is the best shortstop ever to exist...you stupid motherfucking motherfuckers...and joe dimaggio probably had herpes too.

Just noticed the Fight Club comment - sorry about the same reference above.

The first rule of Deadspin is you never talk about Deadspin.

He's now the only guy in the country who can successfully incorporate the phrase "Nantucket sleigh rides" into his pickup lines.

Excellent.

Yeah, a bit weird. They don't need a hotel room. Unless your husband's going Four Seasons, the kid will prefer the cash.

Don't mean to douche out on you, but it's tract not track, and I'm betting on meth not booze. I'll take that bankrupt bet.

It's true. The "I hate the Heat" guys are running a pretty close second to the the bandwagoneers.