Followed up, was fascinated. Well cited.

What? No way. April fools was days ago, man!

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Would you accept “Ball & Oates” for partial credit?

Hall & Scrote

Game 6, 1975 World Series, so talked up by Massholes that the fact the Reds won is overshadowed. So much so that Mark Frost wrote a whole book about it. That said, the OP had a damn fine example of the species.

Listening to Westwood One’s coverage, with John Thompson in the booth. It went like this:

You’d probably like Leon Bridges? Well, if you like Sam Cooke, you definitely would.

Chris Bosh is an earnest dork and I have always liked the dude. This changes nothing.

+1, beauty, eh.

A toast to you, sir.

If I were Carmelo, I’d have given the kid my headband. Even so, the hug and the head rub makes me remember that I totally love Carmelo in spite of myself and everything else.

That is a deep dive, my friend.

I like the idea of older music as a theme, so here’s the underappreciated Louis Jordan.

In that picture Doug Christie is the King in Yellow.

Guess Manchester United are going to have to make the most of that Europa League spot, yeah? Do it for the coefficient, lads!

I used this very same strategy a few years back and it paid off big. Now, mind you, I was working like a man possessed on this, but I took the advice I read in a column about former football linemen trying to adjust their bodies to a livable size once their playing days were done, since I was a very heavy guy trying…

Spurs tried to get him. Not likely to happen now. Dammit man, come to North London already. We can make beautiful music together.

I freely admit that Bill Simmons is the most ridiculous son of a bitch I will happily keep reading. Say what you like, but Grantland was awesome and I will brook no dissent.