Yup. Cheetos too. Addictive.

Cool story, dude.

Damn few Nats fans miss Harper at all.

Dave, is that you?

Aw c'mon, that's not fair. Maseratis are a dime a dozen and driven by poseurs.

Not really strange . Molinari was grinding the whole way, making par save after par save.  Those are exhausting. And I think TW got into his head a bit, especially after the 12th.

Jim Nantz is the walking talking prototype of tiny dick energy.

My one and only experience in Dodger Stadium was about 25 years ago, and probably my first witnessing of man-on-man pleasure in a stall of the restroom.  The shoes, the hands gripping the stall walls, and sounds made it clear. Oh well. At least they wanted to make love, not war (or bash each others brains in).

Very well played.

Cuz most moral arguments aren't over $100k+

I only see two possibilities: