SageAgainstTheMachine

Most dominant player (in terms of what the position demands) in baseball history? For all the Ruths and Mays and Ryans, the case could be made that nothing was ever as sure of a thing as Rivera entering a tight game. The few blown saves were always frankly shocking.

It's a silly thing, but I'm fighting back tears right now. If Mo is done, I can't imagine a more unceremonious exit...shagging fly balls at goddamn Kaufman Park? You gotta be kidding me.

Impressive. But when it comes to baseball I always say 'wait til the first big slump'.

Without double checking, I count 18 sets. And the box just to the left of dead-center is the one to alter?

Tight End. Chandler was a breath of fresh air, but we're still missing a guy who can line up in the seam and stretch the field between the 20s.

"Tears Achilles" is one of those phrases that just gives me the willies. I can't even imagine.

I wonder about this too. Especially following a long career, suddenly becoming "yesterday's news" after all the hard work must be a difficult sensation. People remember your name, but they're ultimately interested in the guys still on the field. If you don't have enough other interests to keep you busy, I have no doubt this could be the source of depression. Thanks, Pooj. And don't worry about the Captain. He'll always be Hamdan's Revenge to us, anyway.

I guess the semantics of "selfish" need to be fleshed out for the sake of the discussion. I suspect that most people mean it to connote a certain conscious moral wrongness. That's a rather good description of depression though. This is a pretty dark tidbit, but it's relevant. During the worst of it, I lived in a studio apartment by myself. There was an infestation of gnats (or some kind of small fly, I'm not entomologist) and for about a week I just laid in bed and let the bugs crawl all over everything, including my body. Again, in retrospect it's so absurd...but back then I REALLY thought I just wasn't worth the effort of cleaning the place.

He looks pretty much the same to me.

This isn't the first time I've mentioned (and I'm not fishing for sympathy) but a few years back I was pretty close to committing suicide. It's a hard thing to describe, but you definitely rationalize that your loved ones will eventually be better without you in the picture. With the benefit of hindsight, I realize that my family (my Mom especially) would have been beyond the point of devastation. They were in tears when I finally exposed what I almost did. But damn...sometimes you truly can't see the forest for the trees. And to be quite honest, the voice that made me step back from the ledge didn't say "STOP! It will hurt your family." It said "STOP! There's so much left to accomplish". I suppose I can see the 'selfish' angle. I certainly wasn't thinking of others.

People consistently overrate the correlation between money and happiness.

Her elbows are too pointy. 5/10

This is in direct violation of the Supreme Court's landmark Finders v. Losers decision.

Whoops, my mistake. I saw Maxwell and figured it was a boy. Didn't notice the word "her" in the OP.

Max counts as one of these?

It's still just a matter of weeks since Amare's brother died. As somebody with some rage issues myself, I'll give him a pass on this one.

A "heavy dose" of anesthetic. She's lucky he isn't dead.

Gotta love inertia.

Dude just lives playoff hockey. 7 goals in 7 games, including today's OT winner. Injuries aside, I still can't stand that the Sabres let him go.

Frankly, Glenn can be a good pick even if he doesn't work out at LT. Each year, injuries seem to send us to the scrap heap for interior linemen.

So she's a billionth the size of a regular mom?

White undershirt, casual button down, pair of jeans. Clothes takes about 30 seconds every morning. I don't envy women the social pressure to look different each day.

If it was unintentional, wouldn't we have seen Artest make some sort of gesture or facial response to signify "Holy sh*t! Did I just do that??" He lands the elbow and just keeps walking, only turning around when Serge Ibaka confronts him.

Except for kicking and punting, you couldn't pay me enough to play football for a living.

The guy's automatically more interesting for being a celebrity that's not a narcissistic jagoff liberal. He's still a narcissistic jagoff, though. Oh, and his music sucks.