I’ve been playing fantasy football for more than ten years. 2004 was my first season, actually. I drafted Daunte Culpepper and called my team Daunte’s Inferno. That was the first and last year I unironically used a player’s name pun as a team name. More ↠
Geno Smith had his jaw broken today by a rookie teammate, a defensive end coming to collect $600 Smith owed him. More ↠
“Picture a very swift torrent, a river rushing down between rocky walls. More ↠
You get to the bottom, and you can feel it, feel the cold, rocky edge of it all scrape your face, and you realize that’s why it’s called rock bottom. More ↠
The first time in my life I sought out songs that meant something to me. More ↠
Not many things affect me on a visceral level like this story of Cecil the lion in Zimbabwe.
Cecil was an African treasure, sometimes called the largest, most majestic lion on the continent. He was an enormous draw for Hwange National Park, a staple of Zimbabwean tourism. And on the first day of July, he was allegedly lured outside his protected habitat and fatally shot by a dentist from Minnesota.
This is an actual conversation that happened and has been edited for brevity and clarity. More ↠
When I was a little kid, I had a recurring irrational nightmare that Toucan Sam was shattering all of the dinnerware in my house, and nobody would believe that it wasn’t me because Toucan Sam is a cereal mascot, and he’s not real, and even if he was, why would he frame you for a random act of destruction? More ↠
Dinner with HA tonight, which means a pile of loose-thought threads are now jumbled in my head like spaghetti.
We talked about the first time you embarrass yourself in front of a crush, and we talked about our desert island bands. But the story he told that struck me the most was about the monkeys and prairie dogs. More ↠