German police detained an owl that drank too much Schnapps. The best part? They brought it to a “bird expert who has treated alcoholized birds before.” Apparently German birds know how to party.
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The genius of Rex Ryan’s trash talk
Outstanding read from former Broncos tight end Nate Jackson at Deadspin.
In which Lyndon Johnson refers to his “bunghole”
Nothing much I could add to that. Via Josh.
This happened: Four Loko buy and bust
Wow. Do NOT attempt to sell your stash of Four Loko in Mahwah, New Jersey.
Nick Young tests the hot hand theory
At the Times, Rob Mahoney examines the so-called hot-hand fallacy after Nick Young’s 14-of-22 night. I struggle with it in terms of basketball. I believe, obviously, that there’s no such thing as a hot hand in a dice game. And I could be convinced that there’s no such thing as a hot hand in free-throw shooting. But given all the variables to field-goal shooting in a competitive basketball game — as Mahoney details — it feels like something that’s impossible to figure one way or the other.
Also, though I recognize it’s easy to be fooled by randomness, it’s really difficult to explain away the way my Georgetown Hoyas have been shooting lately as a function of random fluctuation.
Fernando Perez will troll you back
Fernando Perez, acquired by the Cubs from the Rays in the Matt Garza deal, tees off on a satirical Cubs website. Petty and thin-skinned, for sure, but then I am the same way, and Perez wears it better than I do.
Even more on David Wright’s volatility
More excellent work from Bill Petti at Beyond the Boxscore. Hoping our man Seth publishes his findings soon, as I think they offer the final piece to this puzzle.
Food porn
Serious Eats presents a slideshow of its favorite burgers from 2010. Anyone been to Veselka or Burger Garage?
How to get fired from Domino’s Pizza
Via James K.
This exists: A Big Lebowski store
Since we’re on the subject of Jeff Bridges. Belth provides the details.
Fun fact: I own the “ABIDE” shirt shown in the bottom picture. For a while it was the ace of my t-shirt rotation, until it started losing its fastball a couple years ago. Anyway, I happened to be wearing it on the Q train from Brooklyn to Manhattan one day when John Turturro came on and sat right across from me. I didn’t want to draw attention to him so I didn’t say anything, but I puffed out my chest to try to get him to notice the shirt. He nodded politely.