On the scale of shady things, being a ballpark asshole ranks pretty low. But I’ll be sure to send in a tip next time I see somebody sneak into a better seat or dump their beer on the person in front of them when they leap up to scream at an umpire.
On the scale of shady things, being a ballpark asshole ranks pretty low. But I’ll be sure to send in a tip next time I see somebody sneak into a better seat or dump their beer on the person in front of them when they leap up to scream at an umpire.
This guy is also an attentionhawk, and you are feeding him.
“I’ll bet you 10 large that guy is not the real Jordan.”
I enjoyed all the reports during the FA signing period saying that Austin Rivers was “meeting with team officials” which is really just code for having dinner with his dad.
I know you’re leftist as all get out (which I respect) so you’ll probably disagree, but honestly what we’re going to get is basically just Obama 2.0, except her pet cause will be women’s issues instead of racial justice.
Joe Lacob had a team of Silicon Valley programmers create a secret algorithm that determined “Adding Kevin Durant is good.” Will the disruption ever end?
The joke works both ways!
Yeah, pretty sure that’s the joke.
I just don’t know that the Oklahoma City Sonics get to pull this card.
RELAX FOR A SECOND
The 0.02% belongs to people who were in France watching the match but unintentionally left their TVs on and tuned to Law & Order: Fisheries Crime Taskforce.
Nope, it was Bjork and Mindy.
Seriously this is entirely it.
I’m in the UK and I watched at my colleague’s house. At the 30 minute mark we had the following exchange:
MORE STARS.
Network Exec:
[shrugs]
[puts on static]
[wins Icelandic daytime Emmy]
What I want to know is, what was the counterprogramming on Icelandic TV that drew 0.02% of viewers? Real Housewives of Reykjavik? Magnúsdóttir’s Anatomy? Law & Order: Fisheries Crime Taskforce?
Sure but in the US, I bring bring my 7 year old to the bar and I'm an asshole alcoholic.
I live in London and had the fortune of watching it at a pub in North London. There was so much sadness. A little boy (about 8 or 10?) who was with his dad cried at the end. I didn’t want a glassing so I wasn’t too gleeful, but still enjoyed every minute.
My only regret is I didn’t leave work and watch this with an Englishman.