I wonder what this is?  My phone listening to me talk to people about drinking, or my wife scolding me that time?  Someone mining my credit card spend?  It’s disconcerting.

I see a picket line, or one of those inflatable rats, and it’s basically an advert for me to come on in!

Was born here. Family including old parents still here. My job pretty much requires it.

This is a problem in my outer-borough area where some people drive to the express bus and look for street parking nearby. Some residents tire of people parking in front of their house and put out traffic cones or other items, and many people have returned from work to find their car keyed or tires flattened.

In the early 90s my then-girlfriend was served an iced tea with a roach floating in it and Tennessee Mountain. She was distressed that I saw no reason to leave and shoveled Chile Rellenos down my gullet as we walked away.

Lately my feed has had an unsettling amount of ads for alcoholism counseling.

The women’s team at my D3 school was a regional powerhouse. We were friends with a couple of the players and kidded around that our intramural team could beat them; next thing you know several cases of beer was riding on it. Our team had 3 guys who played in HS, and the rest were just average guys. We fucking…

The Mets have the batting leader, the HR leader, and the reigning Cy Young winner. And they are on roughly the same pace.

The All-Star Game was awesome back in the days before saturation coverage, the internet, interleague play, and so on. If you lived in, say, Kansas City, you didn’t see Mike Schmidt or Tom Seaver.  It was exciting as fuck.  Now it’s just OK.

Now that Berman is gone I can actually watch this again. That guy makes John Sterling sound tolerable. The “Backbackbackbackback” was bad enough. Then the overdramatic calls where he had an intern list nearby towns for him: “That one was hit all the way HO-HO-KUS!!!!!”. And worst of all: motherfucker, you’ve been…

She also does that weird thing where she raises her head really high and looks down, and kind of looks like a camel.

My wife will fight waitstaff that won’t let her box her own leftovers. Because it will always get screwed up, but even more because you know someone else’s random fork, hand, or god-knows-what is used to scrape them into the box.

Yes, bikes are very practical for the particular subset that is healthy and nimble enough to ride one, not old or handicapped or with children, doesn’t have to carry anything, is going somewhere that can store the bike, and can arrive at their destination sporting varying levels of B.O., hat hair and spandex.

“fuck those supposed authentic Neapolitan places that don’t cut your pizza at all. “

Could be. I stopped paying attention when they traded Starks.

There’s no buzz, no interest, no one is really rooting for them. Trying to remember the last time someone at work started a conversation with “Did you see the Knicks game last night?”. I believe it was during Linsanity. I suppose there are a lot of lapsed fans who will jump back on the bandwagon if they ever get…

Good point. I live in NYC and I don’t know a single Nets fan. The people who go to games seem to be mostly NBA fans, fans of the other team, or people who got tickets for free.

LOLKnicks is great, sure. But how the fuck is paying a guy $40M to sit home and rehab, another 40M to ease back into the league, 40M for one solid if unspectacular year, and 40M for the first of his declining years any kind of good thing?