I’m 36, and I remember it being pretty damn bad. We won a tournament we weren’t expected to even be competitive in (hockey), and a week or two later there’s a parents meeting about how the team needs to be focused on playing at a higher level. I mean, we were a bunch of castoffs from the local organization, and who…

I want to do the drugs you do.

Ahh, the ol’ ‘Space Mutiny’ strategy, eh?

Honestly, the closest I’ve ever been to pissed off at a comic is when Jim Davis failed to heed XKCD’s advice.

He wasn’t wrong when he said it, though. Then again, I don’t think anyone quite doubted that he wouldn’t do well in the playoffs.

I’ve kind of found out that there’s really only two rules, be yourself and don’t be a dick. If you can do one but not the other, it’s not going to work.

Sports radio:

“Goddammit, why is Marvin Lewis in this fucking picture?”

Okay, this wasn’t funny at all until the Sanford and Son reference.

FUCK YOU, THE BENGALS ARE GETTING THE GUY WHO FOUGHT THE GOALPOST.

I laughed, she laughed, Alexa laughed, I shot Alexa.

I’ve seen this episode of Atlanta, it’s Justin Bieber.

I smell the distinct odor of a Ponzi scheme.

I hope to the gods that he was driving a fucking Geo Metro.

Ahh, the dreaded fourth period meltdown.

Shit like this used to happen on what felt like a weekly basis playing youth hockey in Dayton, Ohio.

I can’t even say I’m sad. I loved Dan Gurney, and believed he to be the greatest of Americans to ever be involved in motorsports, but what this man did means that, while his body is dead, his spirit is going to live on forever.

At least the Browns keep trying something new.