I’m not sure what’s weirder: The fact that the quarterback almost falls down on his own or that he then proceeds to jump over a standing defender. I guess I’ll go with the latter but that d-back was pretty short.

I love America.

The OC is important as social history because of its compact evocation of the decade it helped soundtrack, but important as art in the same way opera is: ridiculous in its scope and occasionally breathtaking in its beauty.

I miss.

Look what I did today:

As FIFA deadline nears, US committee hits trail

DeMerit, Vancouver a perfect match

The problem with World Cups is that they are short and overhyped. Even the winners play only seven games. Fabio Capello has found himself being portrayed as a donkey on the back page of Britain’s best-selling daily after a supposedly disastrous time in South Africa. It certainly felt frustrating, because so much emphasis is placed on that one month, but looked at coldly, England lost only one game at the World Cup, a match in which it was denied a legitimate equalizer that might have radically shifted the momentum of the play. It would be wrong to pretend that England’s World Cup was anything other than dire, but not as wrong as it is to ridicule a manager with an almost unparalleled record of success over two decades on the evidence of four matches.

The endings of Dahl’s stories are almost always surprising, even when we know the twist is coming. This talent, it turns out, applied equally to the author’s own life. In a hospital, surrounded by family, Dahl reassured everyone, sweetly, that he wasn’t afraid of death. “It’s just that I will miss you all so much,” he said—the perfect final words. Then, as everyone sat quietly around him, a nurse pricked him with a needle, and he said his actual last words: “Ow, fuck!”

How has this only been watched 2,300 times?

Video stolen from Titus, who stole it from some kid named Nick Z. so I don’t feel bad.

Solid name.