What makes you think McGregor wasn’t paid to fuck up this event? The UFC doesn’t seem to be going after him very hard.

Not surprised at this. A #16 seed has never beaten a #9 in NCAA tournament play.

eating something solely because no one else likes it is the ultimate old man move.

Happy to oblige. Forgot to mention: my Pop-Pop dubbed her Bessie, and she is my beautiful perfect girl.

Teddy Valentine is a made up, Hallmark ref.

“Could you guys, uh, show us an example of something, umm, that, you know, we shouldn’t be looking at? Or a few examples, just so we know, you know ...”

Well, the Royals can say what they want but if Yordano Ventura had stayed at home and watched porn he’d still be alive today. And, possibly, with a better grip on his slider.

If people are interested in Bannister, and the other guys (Australian John Landy and American Wes Santee) chasing this milestone, check out ‘The Perfect Mile’, by Neil Bascomb. Great book.

Well, it was difficult to keep track of the timing while being chased by a smilodon.

It’s true, he doesn’t legally owe his fans shit, but surely even you can acknowledge that he doesn’t have the balls to finish his work. He can. He just isn’t brave enough to do it. He doesn’t know how to wrap it all up because he wrote himself into a hole so deep that he buried himself. And that’s fine. He doesn’t owe…

Uncle Jon’s Band

Touch of Greyscale

yes this is a much healthier attitude than an ongoing comedic series about his progress

Finishing the books hasn’t been his priority in more than a decade.

That’s really a terrific photo of all of the good players on the Rays.

What’s the difference between Mayfiend and Jackson, besides that Jackson was better on a worse team...HMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I am currently unsigned by any MLB team, may I attend?

Haha. Marginally talented one dimensional aging players suddenly exposed for what they are. Market chooses not to pay for decline. Agents lose mind when presented with new reality. The CBA reigns supreme.

Jeff Fisher: “Hey, it’s Jeff; thanks for the call. You can reach me on my office phone tonight from 7-9pm. Thanks! Bye.”

Somewhere, Jeff Fisher is holding his phone in his hand, staring at it, willing it to ring, and saying to himself, “Hey, they already fucked up their quarterback. This is perfect for me!”