Thank you. This is White Privilege at its finest. White liberal also used to yell at MLK Jr. and others for criticizing LBJ. Before that, they yelled at black leaders who criticized FDR. Going back further than that, they mocked Frederick Douglass for being highly critical of Lincoln. Each time, the sentiment is the…

Yeah. I mean, I understand why this is in the news, but there’s a part of me that feels like we didn’t have a right to know this. Her parents have been through enough.

Cuban Linx is probably the best Wu-Tang album, and Nas has the best verse on it.

Odom’s had such a shitty life. His dad was a heroin addict, his mom died from cancer when he was a kid, and his six-month-old baby died from SIDS, which is one of the most fucked up ways you can lose a child. And despite it all, he managed to still be a really nice guy.

Sly Stone. I could listen to the Dead Presidents soundtrack every day.

When asked in an interview with New York Magazine about Straight Outta Compton and misogyny, F. Gary Gray gave quite possibly the shittiest answer imaginable:

This is off topic, but I’d never seen that list of the richest black actors. It’s kind of interesting that three of the top 10 are former rappers.

I mean, I think we’re all glad he survived, but radiation poisoning really turned Mike Scioscia into an asshole.

The best part about this interview is the way she describes putting money and effort into making sure that Todd Akin was her opponent. Calling him out as being “too conservative,” because she knew that would make Republican primary voters support him, is brilliant. And she’s almost laughing as she talks about it!

We’ve all been saying for years that this bubble is eventually going to burst, but at this point I really don’t know. Did you see the ratings for the Hall of Fame game this weekend? They were ridiculous! It’s a preseason game! Peterson and Roethlisberger didn’t even play! Millions of people tuned in to watch Landry…

Modern rock does almost nothing for me most of the time, but every now and then something completely random grabs me for reasons I can never explain. Songs for the Deaf is a damn good album.

To be fair, you could have said the same thing about Mission Impossible when the first film came out. If Man from U.N.C.L.E., which I think was a better show than Mission Impossible, was an entertaining movie with a big star, people would go. But apparently, it’s neither. Oh well.

Speaking of Pete Wentz, I feel like the hardest day of little Lexi’s life is going to be the day she finds out that Wentz is half black. She’s going to burn that shirt so fast...

We all appreciate your hustle, little blonde girl, but there have to be easier ways to audition for a Fox News internship, no?

I’m a Mets fan, and I didn’t realize how spoiled we are until I got MLB Network and started listening to other broadcast teams. My god, there are some awful announcers out there. Scully is still the best, and always will be, but no one else is even close to Gary, Keith and Ron.

Steve Smith had the best description of Twitter that I’ve ever seen:

“Teddy Bridgewater, who is poised, accurate, intelligent, tough, and has the arm strength of an amputee baby.”

Damn, I forgot how good Barfield was. I didn’t watch a lot of AL baseball in the ‘80s, but that Toronto outfield was loaded.

I’m trying to think of any other right fielder I’ve seen who could make that play. Raul Mondesi, Bo Jackson, Jose Guillen and Ichiro all had the arm strength, but I can’t see any of them having the creativity to barehand that ball.

I can’t remember who it was, but one of Brandon Webb’s catchers once said that catching his sinker was like trying to catch a brick someone threw at you from 15 feet away.