mmmm, checkdowns.

timing is absolutely everything.

phil simms is the fucking worst. i’m coming to you as a giants fan.

calm down.

your comment is objectively fair. but you gets the stars for the screen names.

sheff and them billy bushing it up.

yep. he works for satan and all, but i kind of love ol’ shep.

no-look, no less.

supermad i didn’t say it first.

you guys split the series.

york is a legit cricket term.

2016 has seen the passing of ali, bowie, lemmy, merle, prince, and dr. doolittle. brutal. schlafly and scalia help balance the ledger somewhat.

y’all know i thought this was a story about precious little doggies. fuck all y’all.

ten-years-ago me is much chagrined.

sad irony is, an overwhelming majority of union workers i come across in my line of work (yeah, nyc bartender) are trump-loving right-wing anachronisms.

i spy a brown guy.

down my throat, though; just washed the sheets.

even more fun than fuck-ups:

you don’t want to see white-flag decisions with “50 games to go and a slight chance of sneaking in.” like trading your three best players?

it’s pretty clear from girardi’s pressers that the lineup decision isn’t his.