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Hi, clowns! Sorry it’s been a bit, but I’ve had a long few weeks. I’ve been experiencing strange flashes in my right eye, and after a lot of frantic googling, I discovered that could be a symptom of a detached retina. I made an appointment with the eye doctor, and she was concerned enough by my condition that she arranged for me to be seen by a specialist immediately.

I was just in Dallas, trying to remember other times when I was in Dallas, and then it hit me: I was inside Broadcast.com’s Dallas headquarters on the day in February 1999 when it tried to broadcast the Victoria’s Secret fashion show and melted the internet. If you don’t remember Broadcast.com, that wouldn’t be surprising. But you probably do know of Mark Cuban, the large-personality owner of the Dallas Mavericks and Stars, host of the Shark Tank TV show, and backer of a whole host of fringe tech things like the secretive Dust chat app and Dogecoin cryptocurrency.

See the Match Here Blood coated Stan Hansen—and not in the usual way we’ve come to expect from a pro wrestling match. No, this was something more visceral, more real. There was no mere trickle of claret from the forehead. His body was covered with it. So were his fists. The blood, of course, didn’t belong to Hansen. It was Terry Funk’s, product of a horrific beating, a drubbing so scary that the Japanese fans pushed closer and closer to the ring, scared not that their beloved Terry would lose a match—no, they were afraid he might lose his life.

The dude was a record store trickster. Wise and cagey, with an unruly beard. He knew what he had and delighted in telling customers that no, sorry, the prize gems in that particular bin were not for sale. His shop was a block off the ancient square known as the Pelourinho in Salvador do Bahia, where the old men sit around a table and drink beer and play incredibly spirited acoustic samba in the afternoons.

The question: “If you could have one superpower, what would it be?” yields a lot of bland answers and for that reason is one of the more tedious corporate ice break-y type questions. There is, however, one answer to that question that has kept me up at night thinking and it came from my dad. My dad’s answer to that question is “Perfect Timing”. We’ve all heard the cliches that refer to imperfect timing as a deadly sin.

Welcome to The #Content Report, a newsletter by Vince Mancini. I’ve been writing about movies, culture, and food since the aughts. Now I’m delivering it straight to you, with none of the autoplay videos, takeover ads, or chumboxes of the ad-ruined internet. Support my work and help me bring back the cool internet by subscribing, sharing, commenting, and keeping it real. — One part of being a dad that I never considered before I actually was one was how often I’d have to watch the same kids movies and kids shows.

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As soon as I saw the words “Inside Emma Roberts’s Charming Los Angeles Home | Open Door | Architectural Digest,” I began to Lisa Barlow (physically shake). It’s a high bar to clear to enter the pantheon of great AD tours (see: Dakota Johnson, Liv Tyler, Ashley Tisdale), but I was immediately hopeful when the door, which features a panther eating a mouse as the knocker, opened and I heard the words that immediately imprinted on my soul: “Hey AD, I’m Emma Roberts.

From the time I started working as the boxing writer at USA Today in early 2000 until leaving ESPN in April 2020, one of my responsibilities was to provide divisional rankings for each outlet. At USA Today, I updated the rankings once a month until leaving in early 2005. At some point during my time at ESPN they became weekly, but I had not done any divisional rankings until a few days ago when I did an updated top 10 heavyweights.