I know I can’t throw as fast as you but I think you’d be impressed with my speed. Of course, “It’s Always Sunny” is a comedy show and the the main joke here was that this letter, from a grown man, was hilariously juvenile and maudlin and spoke of a man-crush from a man-child that was wholly uncomfortable.
I know you have no been getting my letters because I know you would write back if you did.
She told me that Benecio Del Toro, who’s attached to play the male lead, and Jeremy Garelick, who wrote “The Hangover” and is working on our script, got together and talked about making Benecio’s character a baseball player instead of a football player. (I was totally ferklempt when I heard that.) Anyhow, the other subject that came up at lunch today was the TV show “Mad Men.” I admitted I’d never watched it.
I mean, would you want to hear this about your dad from some stranger? The guy with the $15 million Trump Tower penthouse. The man with all of the talent and none of the jerk. The elegant athlete who loved books, paid for everything, and had a limo waiting for them when it was time to go. I always wanted to know about my dad’s sex life as a bachelor.
All kids want to hear that about their dads, really.” I can’t imagine how this weird, self-parody of an open letter came to be.
Indeed, for all of his accomplishments and exploits, maintaining his privacy to the extent he has in this media-saturated, tell-all day and age may be the most amazing.
Maybe some reporter knows a thing or two about Jeter that hasn’t come out yet due to some sourcing issues or an agreement to hold it off the record, but I know for DAMN sure that Rick Reilly doesn’t have any inside scoop on the guy.
As onlookers sipped pricey drinks at the 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar during a corporate party at pm, 30-year-old Faigy Mayer suddenly sprinted towards a row of bushes that lined the edge of the establishment, police and onlookers said.
She went through the shrubbery, over a wall and plummeted to the sidewalk on West 27th Street, shocking pedestrians. I can’t imagine what ESPN’s editors who, I presume, are under strict instructions to simply rubber stamp everything Reilly writes and put it on the web, think about this sort of thing.I can’t imagine what reporters who have applied to ESPN and been denied or worked for ESPN and have been let go think about this clearly insane person pulling down seven figures to write this kind of thing.Heigl, a budding film star who reportedly wanted out of her contract for several years, even sent a not-so-subtle dis to creator Shonda Rimes and her writers when she refused to put herself forward for an Emmy in 2008, the year after she won, saying she didn’t feel she was given good enough material to compete. She also complained to David Letterman last summer about bad working conditions on the set. “I was waking across the street and I saw she was falling,” said Dale Martin, who witnessed the tragedy. She had on shoes and a dress.” The section of the bar where Mayer jumped was cordoned off by police as they investigated.