GhostOfTomJoad

Wtf, Murphy?

Sanders with the willing block on that reverse.

Brooks back in and jitter bugging for the first down is a good sign.

Sweat just knocked Howard's dick in the dirt from behind.

No. Don't ever try that again.

Baxter to the house [emoji869][emoji869][emoji869][emoji869]

For the non-tequila snobs, was that anejo his brand or just some high dollar stuff the aficionados favor?

This. And you accidentally left off Double Indemnity (1944). Good luck finding another director who also wrote/co-wrote/adapted material of films that are considered in the top 5--if not number one outright--of their genre. Crime noir - Double Indemnity Drama - Sunset Blvd Crime Drama Mystery - Witness for the Prosecution War comedy/drama/suspense - Stalag 17 Comedy - Some Like it Hot Rom Com (before the term existed) - Sabrina, The Apartment (a perfect film)

Bird has publicly stated that Knight's actions (or inactions; he barely acknowledged Bird at all) had nothing to do with his decision to go back home to French Lick. Bloomington was a HUGE city to Bird. Knight has admitted he made a mistake pairing Bird with Jim Wisman, 6'3 guard, as his freshman roommate. Wisman had money and a closet full of clothes. Bird had 2 pairs of jeans, 3 shirts and no money. Wisman told Larry he could borrow any of his shirts he wanted--that would be funny to see 6'9 Bird trying to find one that fit--but that just made Bird more self conscious about his background. I'm not defending Knight for being a grade A asshole his entire life, but Larry Bird was as tough a sonofabitch that ever played. If he thought a coach would get the best out of him he wouldn't back down to any of his antics. Hell, he loved being coached by Bill freaking Fitch in the NBA. Good luck finding another dozen pros with the same sentiment. Bird went to IU because everyone told him that's where he should go (he initially really wanted to go to Kentucky, but was that recruiting trip left a bad taste in his mouth).

And the person who yelled out "how" would be booed ferociously & likely pummeled by MAGATs as they bump rushed him from the auditorium. They're not thinkers. Or reasonable people. They don't want details or answers to their questions*. They just want to participate in coordinated orgies of frenzied fear. *except details of how he plans to imprison, punish or murder the Clinton's, Bidens, liberals, blacks, gays, and anyone else who makes them feel inferior.

From Cedar Park where the coffee pot has just been turned on: TEXAS!

The low battery chirp will only go off between 2AM - 4AM for maximum annoyance. I've resigned myself to buying the cheapest private label 9V batteries I can find and just replace them every Labor Day weekend.

Question: will the military members whose promotions are being delayed receive backpay once the child senator preventing this is eventually set straight? We're approaching what..half a year's worth of unnecessary hold-up? That's not an insignificant amount.

I know he left Indiana after less than a month for personal reasons and Knight likely didn't even have enough time to be that much of an asshole to him in person, but Larry Bird leaving cost him at least 2 more championships and probably more. And the thing is, Bird was the type of guy who could take any type of coaching. I'm sure your family loved you, Bobby.

"Do you see that Santa on the roof? Yeah, I know. I'm the one who put his fat ass up there!"

I don't have one bit of sympathy for Lindell, however his lunacy & being addicted to swallowing Trump's mushroom dick has certainly cost many of his hard working employees their jobs. I have no idea if he has any manufacturing left in MN but he had at least corporate operations there. How many people watched their good paying jobs disappear because of this shit?

Tomorrow's November 1st, so it's time for the best thread of the year: the annual airing of grievances! Bring us your insane rants of family pettiness. Your tales of alcohol-fueled antics involving your great aunt Margaret and why she's still pissed at your mother because she threw away the half dozen Folgers cans filled with bacon grease she'd been saving under the kitchen sink since the Carter administration. Let us all come together and find peace and comfort during the fucknuttery that is about to descend upon us.

Quick update on my ongoing "recalibration" since I'm not completely sober. My consumption totaled 3 beers in October. September I had a dozen. Prior to being laid off in May I was easily good for 3 beers after work sitting with the guys at the pub or the dive bar 6 months ago. Then maybe another one pre-dinner. And if you twisted my arm a dram of Irish whiskey or bourbon might finish off the night. That was just any random weeknight, mind you. The weekend was for serious unwinding. A trip to a local brewery. Dipping into cooler of IPAs while tending the smoker. Man, it was full just a bit ago. What happened? And man did the recycle bin make a telltale sound when being rolled to the curb on Sunday night. This is better. The wife's happy. I'm happy. Our bank account is happy. I've been in my new job for 2 months now and other than an initial couple of celebratory beers with the guys after my first week it's been remarkably easy to ignore the texts that appear almost daily asking who's going to get a taste (answer: most of them). I'll meet up every so often & drink some water while catching up on the latest. Most are supportive. One is envious (he admitted there's no way he could sit in a bar and drink water while everyone else was downing beer after beer). One is becoming dangerously close to crossing the line, and although I can take his jabs and jokes about being a "quitter" and a tea-totaller in stride, he's driven and vocal about getting me "back into the fold again." He's proud to be a "functional" alcoholic. He loves to tell us all that his pat answer to his doctor when asked how much he drinks during his checkup is "not much for an Englishman." He sees it as his birthright to be an entertaining drunk. Except he's not really that entertaining anymore, just repeating and embellishing the same old stories we've all heard a couple dozen times. In fairness, he truly is a "shirt off his back" kinda friend. Very easy to love the guy. In small doses. And those doses get smaller and smaller when I'm not keeping pace. He called my wife a few weeks ago when I was at work, concerned about my health. "Is GOTJ sick? He looks ghastly, just skins and bones." A huge exaggeration, and his British accent does nothing but add to the effect. Of course she sees me everyday and is proud of my improvements. Funny how what happens when you remove a bunch of bad calories from your diet on an almost daily basis. I'm 6'1 and 176 again, which is pretty much my ideal weight and where I've been most of my adult life. Anyway. Just wanted to check in and say 'thanks' to all of those with the courage to tell their stories. It really does make a difference, especially to guys like me who know they need to take a hard look in the mirror & give truthful answers to important questions.

Next motherfucker who misspells "Scorsese" is getting negged. There's only one 'c' in his last name, slapdicks. Put some respect on it.

Russ takes the stupid sack. Denver follows up with getting the FG attempt blocked. Just a matter of time, isn't it?

Damn fine catch, Sutton.

Texas -5.5 per CBS Sports

So now all of the people who blamed Rodgers' Achilles injury on artificial turf are going to scream about the grass field at Lambeau, right?

Bruce's homage to Night of the Hunter kicks some ass (he dropped it on Halloween a dozen years or so ago).

To. The fucking. Letter. It was astounding. And after allowing the appropriate 3.5 seconds of quiet respect for those who were being shoved out of the door, it was immediately on to the next message of how the organization was now much more appropriately aligned for growth AND driving shareholder value which is the one and only true measurement of how successful a company is. Fuck 'em all.