The Most Amazing Football Play Ever. Or Just Another Rugby Play

The Most Amazing Football Play Ever. Or Just Another Rugby Play

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The further you get from professional sports, the better the competition.

It’s getting impossible to get very far from professional sports, however. I don’t know of any sport at any level where the participants — or more likely, their parents — don’t have “going pro” in the back of their minds. T-ball players are coached to come in with their sharpened cleats up. Even “amateurs” aren’t anything of the sort. There’s as much money in a gold medal as there is in the average NFL contract, if you play your cards right. And everyone’s playing cards.

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Wounded blind commando Lands Flaming Attack Helicopter on Stolen Sinking Radioactive Battleship During a Typhoonicane

Wounded blind commando Lands Flaming Attack Helicopter on Stolen Sinking Radioactive Battleship During a Typhoonicane

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Serious click bait headline on that video. “Helicopter Lands on a Ship in a Terrifying Storm.” If that’s a terrifying storm, I’m Hannah Storm. That’s a pleasant afternoon in the North Sea.

That’s the Danish Air Force. They’ve got a new Sikorsky MH-60R Seahawk helicopter, and apparently it’s still under warranty because hyperbole aside, they are taking chances with it. Of course, it’s the military. That’s a taking chances industry. Whoever wrote the headline probably rides to their cubicle job on a recumbent bicycle, so they describe it like the pilot was waterskiing inside Krakatoa. The guy’s just doing his job. He’s damn good at it, too. Being damn good at your job doesn’t cut much ice on YouTube, so they up the dosage to: Wounded blind commando lands flaming attack helicopter on stolen sinking radioactive battleship during a typhoonicane.

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A Day Without Russia Is Like a Day Without Sunshine. And Bears

A Day Without Russia Is Like a Day Without Sunshine. And Bears

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Sometimes I get a hankering to move to Russia. No particular reason. But they have bears like we’ve got squirrels. I’ve always wanted to have bears wandering through my life like that.

Like all addictions, my bear obsession had a gateway drug: pickanic baskets. Once I was hooked on Yogi and Boo Boo, there was no going back. You’d think that Tipper Gore or my parents would have gotten that banned from afternoon TV, or at least had a warning sticker on it or something.

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Allow Me To Translate

Allow Me To Translate

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Please bear with me. My Cyrillium is rusty. Or is that language called Cyrillanegran? I can’t remember. I was really loaded back in school most of the time. Being loaded was worth extra credit in that language class, though, because a proper Russkie was teaching it. Not like shop class. That guy was completely unreasonable about holding a mixed drink in your left hand while you used the drill press with your right. I think he was just jealous that I still had a left hand. Anyway, I’ll take a stab at translating the audio for you:

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