From what I’ve read, football starts getting really good again right around 17776

In response to this incident, Dicks Sporting Goods will no longer sell James Harden jerseys.

I can’t tell you what it is. But I can tell you what it isn’t. It isn’t one of them new fangled loaves, that’s for damn sure.

Nothing ruined Yoda more for me than being shown his “skill” with a light saber. I had imagined a near invincible Tai Chi style warrior monk, and instead I got a green bouncy ball thrown too hard in a small room.

I’ll bring them a fox from this century and demand $52 billion.

My inlaws consist of 4 doctors and 4 lawyers. There is a LOT of intellectual fuckwadery that goes on.

Somewhere down in the bowels of the Patriots facility in Foxboro, a team of scouts is scouring tape of Nathan Peterman. Having found nothing of interest, they turn to youtube videos of his pop warner games, and some from his 10th birthday at Chuck E. Cheese.

The Giants have reversed the usual order of things. Ordinarily, it goes:

That guy is NOT October Ready.

Also pretty gross: People who clip their fingernails at their desks.

Old man here. When did it become okay to bring dogs everywhere? I see them at the grocery store, Home Depot, etc. Service dogs are fine, but I don’t believe that emotional support dogs should even be a thing. That just sounds like a fancy synonym for pet. Not everyone wants to encounter dogs when they go shopping.…

It’s a Sisyphean hell for some stenographer who laughed at a witch.

Jurassic Park on SNES, man. Opening one of those doors in a basement to find a raptor flying at you...my ten-year-old self couldn’t handle it.

Daggerfall. Took me years (and being an adult) to try it again.

That stupid song that plays when you’re about to drown in Sonic always terrified me as a child.

To me, it’s always specific moments in games and not the games themselves. That temple level in Donkey Kong 64 where you’d reach the end of a path, get a golden banana, and suddenly a timer would start with a target on you and a voice shouts “GET OUT!” scared the everlasting Hell out of me.

God, the Tebow Chronicles are an underrated masterpiece. They’re also almost impossible to recommend to people.

Jon Bois is a treasure. Great way to one up his own Tebow Chronicles.

Am I the only one creeped out by “Activity Tracking Devices”?