Man, this “Darth Maul may be alive in the extended series, but that doesn’t translate over to the movies” take certainly aged poorly.

Right, it’s just that triple-option offenses tend to work a lot better when they are run by physical freaks of nature rather than fit guys who learned to shoot a rifle.

Why not just turn read receipts on at that point?

It’s a semipro team that’s been trying for MLS admission for a while now, but every time it comes up, NYCFC fans raise a stink because they’re pretty sure the ownership group is either Hispanic or Jewish.

It should tell you everything you need to know about Howard that Tim Duncan’s reaction to the guy is, “Oh, I bet I can get under his skin.”

Cheetos are more structurally sound than you give them credit for.

How about a compromise: Women get to go to the soccer matches as long as they wear comical fake beards a la the stoning scene in Monty Python’s Life of Brian. You could get a beard in your team’s colors, or beards with special voiceboxes that say pre-recorded phrases in a lower register, such as “It is a normal part…

Good point. I always forget about that one.

The existence of JPEGMAFIA and Ross From Friends are a rebuke to everyone who settled on a band name that was “good enough.”

Any of the first 3 albums (Separation Sunday, Boys and Girls in America, Stay Positive) have a good chance of getting their hooks into you. Each one is a concept album. As they progress, the concepts get weaker and the production gets stronger.

You overestimate his abilities, methinks.

She’s going to be disappointed when she learns Tom doesn’t have gift baskets.

I am willing to admit that it would make a shorter movie than many bad rom-coms, which is close enough.

You know how I know you’re gay?

Technically, the proper noun should go first: “between Summer and him.”

The only necessary feelings in fiction are

I mean, those Pop Tarts would be pretty stale now, while the DVD, if you microwave it long enough, will still be as delightfully chewy as ever.

Tom is doomed by his personality flaws to relive the same course of events over and over.

I’m mad this never got a sequel. By the end, I was invested in Tom’s journey, and wanted to see him complete his quest to date all the seasons so that God would finally allowed him to die.