The sports stories of the decade.
Who we were, are, and ought to be.
This decade was some ill shit.
Gays, God, Guns, and a Lone Star Schizo
And not a Holocaust or Iraqi desert in sight…
Science and I know what we’re doing!
Merry Christmas! If, however, you need one more nudge, a dash of myrrh to break the camel’s back and launch you into the ranks of holiday suicides, we can help.
Payne, Tarantino, a bunch of Asian guys you’ve never heard of… it’s the first half of Erich’s top 20 of the decade, arranged in no particular order.
I doubt Selby would believe that his legacy is best conveyed via celebrity endorsements.
Matt Cale knows his presidents.