Just when I thought I couldn’t love my favorite athlete of all-time anymore than I already do, Thomas Edward Patrick Brady Jr. goes off and does this.
This is a story that concerns baseball and, indirectly, Coldplay, thus I’m legally obligated because of my contract with Podcast AF to write about it.
Like a mermaid singing a siren song for sailors about to meet their demise, he played a song for Cowboy Joe West so he could get away with nibbling larger corners of the plate against his opponents.
Grand opening, grand closing for Smith’s 2018.
“Luckily for me and my blood pressure, though, someone made a 64 movie bracket. Something to really match the madness of March.”
These superlatives are what I’ll be taking away from Pyeongchang and what the millions of you reading will be remembering for years to come.
Russia implemented a state sponsored doping program in order to have more success in the Games. Propaganda machine, basically. Straight up Drago style.
I can’t imagine the type of bloodbath this has created. It’s gotta be all out war within the trenches of AA’s Slack and WhenIWork apps with all the pilots trying to defend this absolute gift that fell into their laps.
One helluva opening chapter if you ask me.
Halladay was in a different stratosphere. Why? Because Halladay was a rare bread of ace.