Dave, I appreciate you asking. I’m here in the city of San Antonio covering the state high school basketball tourney, so the answer to your question is fajitas and margaritas on the Riverwalk. Cheers, everyone!
Always enjoyed the “soccer isn’t a real sport” argument, as if being a fatass baseball pitcher requires even close to the level of athletic ability being a soccer player does. (Not saying baseball isn’t a sport — but soccer definitely is).
Well Ross, my car broke down while I was covering a high school game 45 minutes away from my house last night. Got towed back (shoutout AAA) and walked in my front door at midnight, three hours later than expected. So I’m walking the half mile to work this morning, 45 minutes earlier than usual because it’s press deadline day.
First person in the office this morning after not getting back until 10 from covering a 1A basketball game last night. They say content doesn’t drive itself, and it looks like I’m the one behind the wheel.
Trying out Micah’s homemade margarita recipe alongside some chips and salsa tonight. As much time as he spends behind the marg bar during podcasts, he should be the expert.
1) I always go with a name-based pun — not a sexual one, just a creative one.
2) Well Will’s obviously getting bronze, we can get that right away. I think Dave might be able to scrap out a gold medal, Dillon’s too concerned about cultivating mass and might not be agile enough. Dave’s wiry.
3) If you could be a professional athlete in any sport, what would it be? Let’s say you’re not the top athlete, but are a consistently good performer.
I don’t know whether to be horrified or encouraged by the advice in this article (only two months into a relationship), but I appreciate it anyway, Nick. Well written.
“Gone” might be the most underrated Kanye song. Nice closer.
Dave, I appreciate you asking. I’m here in the city of San Antonio covering the state high school basketball tourney, so the answer to your question is fajitas and margaritas on the Riverwalk. Cheers, everyone!
Always enjoyed the “soccer isn’t a real sport” argument, as if being a fatass baseball pitcher requires even close to the level of athletic ability being a soccer player does. (Not saying baseball isn’t a sport — but soccer definitely is).
Congrats on the sex!
Phil’s leather jacket is the most aggressive fashion choice in TV since Corinne’s bouncy house bikini.
It’s Texas Independence Day, so two Shiners too many and probably some barbeque from a local joint.
YES. I’m so glad this column actually got written after you teased it. Kudos for giving the people what they want, Will.
This has to be tied to the Kennedy Assassination in some way, you’d have to think.
Well Ross, my car broke down while I was covering a high school game 45 minutes away from my house last night. Got towed back (shoutout AAA) and walked in my front door at midnight, three hours later than expected. So I’m walking the half mile to work this morning, 45 minutes earlier than usual because it’s press deadline day.
Closer juice cup number 2. Let’s get it.
And I mean, a full spread.
First person in the office this morning after not getting back until 10 from covering a 1A basketball game last night. They say content doesn’t drive itself, and it looks like I’m the one behind the wheel.
Crick, you sandbagging son of a bitch, that was magnificent.
Trying out Micah’s homemade margarita recipe alongside some chips and salsa tonight. As much time as he spends behind the marg bar during podcasts, he should be the expert.
Hang in there, man. It’ll happen soon.
Topo Chico or bust, you heathens.
Heading back to the college town for the first time since graduation. Beers will be had.
1) I always go with a name-based pun — not a sexual one, just a creative one.
2) Well Will’s obviously getting bronze, we can get that right away. I think Dave might be able to scrap out a gold medal, Dillon’s too concerned about cultivating mass and might not be agile enough. Dave’s wiry.
3) If you could be a professional athlete in any sport, what would it be? Let’s say you’re not the top athlete, but are a consistently good performer.
So glad I moved to a place with a Firehouse. Real game changer.
Egg noodles with some marinara sauce, because I’m broke, and copious amounts of Shiner, because it’s Wednesday and I deserve it.
I don’t know whether to be horrified or encouraged by the advice in this article (only two months into a relationship), but I appreciate it anyway, Nick. Well written.