Holy fuck, if I could find the link, there was a recent profile of Peter Berg, who directed Deepwater Horizon and the perfectly named Patriots Day, in Esquire (I think?) and it was the most ludicrous thing I have ever read. The writer openly questioned why Berg isn’t mentioned in the same breath as Wes Anderson and…

It’s that much more infuriating for Donovan because his hairline got the callup years ago.

Even his coach admits this take is truer than the beams in Tower 7.

Looks like we solved the case of Shawn Bradley’s stolen bike.

Losing a prized recruit just three games into his career is always bad...

Directed at Jezebel:
The City of Broad Shoulders

I have a sleep disorder involving that. The jolts are called hypnic jerks, which is also what I call my imaginary punk band.

Pens: Ball-point or gel? Black or blue?

He triple zeked ‘em!

Zubaz.

Man, this is going to make Native Americans red in the fa—damn it!

Absolutely deplorable behavior, but at least this kind of shit eventually gave us Kenny Loggins’ solo career.

All these guys are just being overly sensitive—except for Barry Bonds, since pitchers can’t not throw at his head.

Tony has no room to talk after all the slurs he’s directed at police officers.

Alternate Headline: The Real Crim? Shady

About living in Allentown or the train?

“What?! That looked at least two feet too high for a nut shot.”

Rex Grossman spent his whole career trying to make a football move.

So the Chippewas gave OSU the victory, only to take it back? Fucking typical.

To be fair, Augusta wind could make Jim Nantz engorged.