This just in: Bran is a giant dick through time and space.

“Had no idea today was Jose Bautista bobblehead day.” (Via @DriveThruDuck)

Olney’s argument can be rendered invalid before even diving into the merits (there are few/none) when you consider that even if the Marlins could void Gordon’s contract over this, they wouldn’t. Gordon would command a great deal more than his extension if he were a free agent.

To be fair, I think Berman is used to saying, “This has never happened before. I swear.”

Oh God, I won’t be able to go to a karaoke bar for weeks after Billy Joel kicks the bucket. It’s bad enough how many people want to sing his shit now while he’s still alive.

My email didn’t make the cut so I’ll ask it here:

Did he smile for too long and piss off Goose and the Keepers of the Unwritten Rules?

Baby blue and teal are really awful colors.

The cops must have been practicing nabbing Wambachs with their T-16s back home.

I would like to join her harem.

Roy Williams is an awful, awful coach.

It’ll also bring in a bunch of people from Grantland.

Ha! I am a proud Delawarean who loves scrapple. Unfortunately it always comes in large bricks that would take me approximately 5 years to finish (I live alone and only eat breakfast at home on the weekends) so I don’t get it too often :-(.

I love Delaware for scrapple. Especially at Helen’s Sausage House where you can get a scrapple sub, a scrapple platter, or a scrapple, egg and cheese sandwich.

Yes, that’s the proper Delaware way.

Damn straight, you got that right. I cooked up a pound of scrapple yesterday for breakfast and my kids fought for who could have the most well done, crispiest slice. They both lost, it went to me.

Well cooked crispy scrapple is a gift from the God of Pork. Badly cooked scrapple is an abomination.

You know good eating. I eat scrapple just as you described either plain or with molasses (syrup will do in a pinch).

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