Don’t forget, it’s awful now it used to be so much better when I was a kid.

Baseball: Where it’s totally not cool to do your job to try and beat someone else in the game you’re playing, but it’s absolutely fine to throw a projectile at someone’s face if they watched their home run for too long that one time 10 months ago.

Yard Goats are wrong here. A four-pitcher no-hitter is not a No-Hitter.

If it doesn’t matter, then neither do they. So it has to matter.

The degree to which sportswriters think that petty bullshit like this matters is just staggering.

If they win then France will be World Champions in both the men’s and women’s game.

That 100-word opening sentence is the writing equivalent of Liverpool’s opening-minutes gegenpressing. Once you play through that, though, the rest of the blog is fine.

It’s not yet expected, I guess, but if this group never wins the Premier League the heartbreak will be epic.

Sorry, but the correct response was “What is, Annapolis?”

I think we’re gonna need a bigger belt.

I didn’t go to the game. You didn’t go to the game.

It’s funny because as I think about it, SI really is one of those things that for me represents a very clear demarcation between the pre-Internet and post-Internet worlds. So there is a weird nostalgia in it for me for the days when I was stupid enough to like Rick Reilly’s jokes.

Like Knights, but ’90ser 

They’re not mighty anymore!

An entire story about bad ‘90s stuff and not ONE mention of the freakin’ Mighty Ducks?!?!

This Paul guy must have lots of money if they keep referring to him as “Rich Paul.”

The deaths of my heroes allow me to focus on what is truly important: me.

Guys, I've found the pigeon.

Don’t act like you haven’t thrown a pigeon or bicycle kicked a sea gull at the beach