Went through Brilliant Earth and enjoyed the process. My lady and I picked it out together. I figure she should have a say in what's on her finger for the rest of her life and so we could both feel comfortable with price.

"This is our fucking batters box."

Schefter's Twitter avatar is the definition of "chucklehead."

No sympathy. They're still going to fuck the Blues over in the first round somehow.

As a former resident of Chicago, I can say that most of them aren't getting out of bed today because it's a Wednesday in February. When you've not seen the sun since mid-November, your will to live dies.

Bognor Regis was recently relegated by Bognor Michael Strahan.

He should have known better than to trust a Gettleman caller.

It should still be better than Adrian Peterson's star turn in Honey, I Whipped the Kids.

I'll be the butt-hurt Kansas fan in the comments. Was it really worthy of standing on the tables like fucking champions? During the court rush, not only were Bill Self and our players getting bumped around but the refs got pretty roughed up themselves.

"The Brown is unchanged."

That's about the only way you could make their future brighter.

So many of these stories demonstrate the adage of what I've learned being a designer

obligatory defense of the stupid customer: CoffeeMate has an "Irish coffee" flavor; lady probably didn't know that it existed in an alcoholic form. I don't think the alcoholic Irish Coffees are that popular in general?

Yes, it must of.

Well, at least the Yankees can actually count on one player hitting 300 this year.

"Sabathia says he'll be stronger if his body returns to its salad days."

Turns out that ol' Billy's message on his bat was for Cal after all.

The following year, Billy Ripken was seen shitting in BJ Surhoff's cleats.

Read this made me REALLY horny

Greg shoulda known better than to wear that suit. As I'm sure he's often said, when you dress like that, you're pretty much asking for it.