How come the world's #1 motivational speaker can't motivate himself to put together a respectable shirt/tie/suit combo?

Every day I delude myself into thinking nobody could possibly fall into the sarchasm.

No.

No M's, eh?

Are you trying to get me to ruin the Falcontariat's otherwise nice day by posting the win probability chart from that Super Bowl? Because I will. Or I could post the win probability chart from UGA-Bama last night too, I suppose.

It was one of the wildest things I've ever seen. My back-up PG got up and walked to the scorer's table to sub himself in: "Hey Mat, where are you going?" "To fuck that punk up." "Alright. Good luck with that!"

"Unsportsmanlike conduct on #85 on the offence for celebrating while down 35 points in the 4th quarter. The ESPN win probability thing gives you a 0.1% chance of winning; say less."

I was particularly thinking of a spring league game where we were up 38-0 when some scrawny kid with terrible tattoos and a tube sock on his arm to try and look like AI careened into the lane, made an out-of-control runner, then ran directly to my bench and did the DX crotch chop. Say and do less.

4. Taunting while losing by an unrecoverable margin.

"state socialist" is a pretty good euphemism for "socialism but somebody else do it," isn't it?