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Jimmy Fallon thanking Jimmy Fallon 🤔🤔🤔 pic.twitter.com/Q8LaY2sZ94 — Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) June 25, 2018 Oops! Who saw this one coming? In the middle of a spat with President Trump , Jimmy Fallon gets caught patting himself on the back for a charitable donation by accidentally tweeting from his normal account. The tweet was deleted, which is why I stuck it above (I gotchu!). Clearly what happened is that Ol' Jimmy was on his phone and forgot which Twitter account he was tweeting from. But so what if he's got burner accounts? I guarantee most people in the public eye (for some reason especially if they're associated with the NBA ) have accounts that they use to pump their own tires or see what people are saying about them while they remain incognito behind the mask of anonymity available to us all, known as the internet. I'm just disappointed in how he intended on using it, to pat himself on the back for a charitable donation. The most char

I'd like to start with a disclaimer: I did not see the previous Jurassic World (Park?) movie so it's entirely possible that I missed a key piece of info, but I did see the O.G. Jurassic Park, and bits of pieces of the second one. I was watching the local news this evening because I like to be informed and where better to turn than the fine news men and women that make up our nations journalistic force. They decided that there must not be any crazy shit going on the world tonight, so they did a preview of movies coming out this weekend, one of which is Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. They talked about the premise which was that the movie's protagonists are trying to save some dinosaurs from a volcanic eruption, y'know, because the dinosaurs were so kind to them in the previous films. My question is this: If these dinosaurs die, why can't they just make more? That's how they got to this point in the first place. It's also not things have gone swimmingly

I'm still in the midst of my post-collegiate job search so tonight is a big night. This evening in Dallas is the NHL Entry Draft. I know I'll be watching, but I'll also be making sure that my phone is within reach. Another year, another chance to realize my dream of being drafted by an NHL team. Sure, I haven't played an actual competitive game in four years, and those games were in Pennsylvania high school hockey, but I'm not saying I expect to be drafted in the first round. I think third or fourth is pretty reasonable though. Senior year of high school I lead the team in assists while wearing the "C" (can you say leadership qualities?). Yeah, I took four years off to attend college but now I have a Bachelor's Degree in Radio-Television with a minor in creative writing so that probably helps my chances like it does for any job. There's some video of me playing on YouTube. I'll concede that it's of me turning the puck over on

   PLYMOUTH MEETING, Pa. (WPVI) --   Kathy McVay of Plymouth Meeting learned the hard way that a hot dog can hurt.    If your capable of not reading past that first sentence, you're more powerful than I.   Believe it or not, it gets better! "It just came out of nowhere. And hard," she said   On Monday night, McVay was at the Phillies-Cardinals game at Citizens Bank Park. She was seated behind home plate when the Phanatic rolled out onto the field with his hot dog launcher.   The big green mascot started firing away into the stands. The Phanatic shoots real hot dogs, but they are wrapped in duct tape.   One headed straight for Kathy McVay's head. BOOM! Headshot! And was it ever. Ms. McVay received quite the shiner. She is lucky that she didn't get Maude Flanders-ed: Maude was shot by t-shirts, but ironically was returning with an order of hot dogs. Just no foot-longs; they make Ned uncomfortable. Who would have thought what kind o

Many people think that awards season (or "Awards SZN" to all the hip youngsters) ended months ago, but in reality we only reach the season's pinnacle here at the end of June with the NHL Awards. The NHL Awards has it all. Uncomfortable monologues, acceptance speeches in broken English, and lots of sweet, sweet Canadian hardware. You'll want to impress your friends when you show up to your NHL Awards viewing party so I'm here to help with my predictions. Vezina Trohpy - Best Goaltender Finalists: Pekka Rinne, NSH; Connor Hellebuyck, WPG; Andrei Vasilevskiy, TBL The first award we're taking a look at is a tight race. We have a former finalist in Rinne, and two very well deserved relative newcomers in Hellebuyck and Vaslievskiy (both of whom have names that are impossibly difficult to spell). I would say Rinne is the favorite and likely winner. He helped lead the Preds to a President's Trophy (more NHL trophy goodness) and has a

Authentic picture of me on the ol' tennis court. Don't call it a comeback since I never really went anywhere, but I returned to the tennis court this morning after an over four year absence.  I was a certified gym class tennis stud despite only having a very basic understanding of the rules, gleaned mostly from video games like Wii Sports and Super Mario Tennis. I'm not 100% on how scoring works. I know that it goes 15 then 30 then the next one is inexplicably worth only 10 points, then one more volley and it's over, That said, your guess is as good as mine when it comes to how sets are counted up. I thought it was a best of five, or maybe seven, but I don't think that's the case. I guess I could simply google this but that's what the officials are there for so I don't have to worry about the score and can focus on blasting aces and putting some nasty top spin on the ball. I have KAYAK on my phone (I'm a bit of a jet-setter, not a big deal)

As I type this, I'm parked in front of the TV watching Mexico play Germany in the World Cup, America's favorite, low scoring-est sporting event that they weren't able to qualify for. Mexico and Germany are two strong contenders every four years when the whole world stops doing what they're doing (which ironically in most of South America is playing soccer), to watch soccer. Of course I was very pleased to see that Germany's biggest soccer star was in attendance this morning. No, he's not a player. He's their coach, Joachim Löw. Löw took the world stage at Euro 2016, not because of his team's electric on-field performance, but because of this: Yup. That's exactly what you think it is. For some reason when you see that GIF you immediate reaction is one of utter confusion, but when you hear that it's the German manager, it immediately makes sense. Weird. If you do a quick little search you'll find that Löw did this not once but t

Who'd have thunk it? Dennis Rodman is a world class fixer who was able to solve one of the greatest diplomatic problems in recent history.  Now that he is finished saving the Korean Peninsula from nuclear annihilation, I have some new things he can work on. Standardize the whole TSA process. Every single time I fly the drill is different. Take your belt off, leave your belt on, throw your hat in a bin, wear it through the scanner. All I'm asking for is a little bit of consistency. If Dennis was able to get Kin Jong Un and Donny T on the same page, I think he can make it so that when I arrive at the airport I'm supposed to put my shoes in a bin or just throw them loose on the conveyor belt so I don;t get screamed at by a heavy set guy wearing surgical gloves. Change Ihob back to Ihop. I think I've only ever eaten at the restaurant formerly known as Ihop once, and if I could sum up my experience in a single word, it would be "meh." Still, changing

Time to check on my progress in surpassing that douche Nostradamus as the best predictor of things in history. I'm a day late getting this posted, but I saw that coming so it doesn't matter. In case you missed the last week , here's all you need to know: I was a perfect 6-0 going into last week. A clean sheet. Could I keep it up? Let's find out! There will be a Memorial Day fireworks mishap. While not a fireworks mishap in the traditional sense (i.e. no blown off fingers), a fight that breaks out at a fireworks display is still a fireworks mishap. Haters will say that's a technicality, but we all know I saw it all coming. #Mattstradamus A dog will earn lots of online attention because it is doing something that makes it look like people. Heading into the Stanley Cup Final (which we'll touch on again in a bit), Bark-Andre Furry took the internet by storm and made it his bitch (Get it? Dog Joke!). Named after Vegas Golden Knights net minder

According to the  West Australian , police were called when Michael's dad refused to allow him to look for his young son's Lego set in the  basement . Yes - the pettiest story just got pettier.  Thankfully for all parties involved, the missing  building block toys were  found after police arrived on the scene. Michael Rotondo, the 30-year-old who sued his parents when they ordered him to move out of their house and Syracuse's gift that keeps on giving, finally moved out, (with the help of a $3,000 from one Alex Jones) but not with out one final parting shot. As if the police and the New York court system weren't already sick of this guy, he calls the police over not being able to go in the basement to find his son's Lego set. This dude needs to learn to cut his losses. This is already an embarrassing story for him and he doesn't do himself any favors. Just check out this interview with CNN's Brooke Baldwin (Skip ahead to 3:45 see the most awkward sip

We've officially made it to the official unofficial start of summer, so there's no better way to start the season off than by reviewing a true King of the Tropics, the pineapple.