In which Mr. S fires shots against all pre-1966 football records

Excuse me while I kiss this guy

The Partridge Family meets Dexter meets The Last of Us, it’ll be TV gold

In which Mr. S encourages certain readers to step away and take a deep breath

I enjoy a jamboree as much as the next guy, but what I really live for is a bonanza

Tired: arch-rival | Wired: arch-NEMESIS

HELLO WE ARE CURTIS WE HAVE BEEN TOLD WE SHOULD WRITE “MORE TEMPTING PROSE” IN THESE INTRODUCTIONS SO AS TO “ENCOURAGE READERS TO UPGRADE TO PAID SUBSCRIPTIONS” WE ARE NOT ENTIRELY SURE THE MEANING OF SUCH EXHORTATIONS REST ASSURED WE WILL NOT ABASE OURSELVES WE WILL NOT GROVEL DECIDE FOR

The worst is when they rename a capital and then rename it right back just a few years later. I’M LOOKING AT YOU KAZAKHSTAN

If you shoot for the moon and miss, you’ll probably asphyxiate to death. Also true if you DON’T miss

Take a picture, it’ll last longer