If you are the asshole at the gym that leaves equipment all over the place and doesn’t bother re-racking your weights, kindly fuck off. Why is it always a person who was doing glute bridges on the Smith machine????

Fall in Las Vegas:

My cat, Baby, passed away almost four months ago. I still can’t bring myself to throw the bag of treats in my nightstand away.

A dream come true: All the TVs with all the 24/7 news networks died. I have never been so happy in my life.

The "screaming bear" jersey the AHL Hershey Bears intend to wear at points this year certainly is a choice.

I find it funny that one thing millennial hockey fans absolutely committed to rehabilitating was the fisherman logo the Islanders wore for three minutes in the 1990s when they were horrible.

Spending my Fourth of July at friend’s place spoiling the local wildlife. Bugsy is on the left, Justice the service dog is on the right.

When memes creep into the traditional media.

Have I ever got some cards for this deck.

The cover of the @reviewjournal.bsky.social sports section from five years ago today:

I was introduced to the concept of pocket cheese today, and it wasn't from @bloodydrongo.bsky.social's chat. It was from a former colleague at a newspaper I worked for a decade-plus ago, proving that I have and continue to run in some truly daft circles.

This is going to be a fun first-round match at the Aussie Open. French tennis’ future versus its now and soon-to-be past, even if Monfils still somehow gets his racket on everything.

Welcome to 2025, folks. Be filled with determination as you face the new year.

This year, I am not going to ask @gavinverhey.bsky.social for a foil Alexander Clamilton. I still want it, but I have a more pressing thing on my wishlist: Please print Emperor Mihial II into a Modern legal set. I want my merfolk deck to do unreasonable things in that format too!

The Review-Journal's archive is a wealth of fun stuff.

A picture of me from my phone that has my energy but isn’t a selfie.