A 105-year-old woman throws out a great first pitch. “When Harry Met Sally” turns 25. And a great parody of Nike’s terrific Jeter commercial

Agnes McKee, I am in awe of you.

She’s 105 years old, lives in Oceanside, Calif., and Sunday she threw out the first pitch at a San Diego Padres game.

This woman was born in 1909. Teddy Roosevelt had just finished his second term as President, World War I was still years away, and radio wasn’t even a big deal then, much less television.

Amazing. She was asked what her secret to longevity was, and she replied “I have no idea.”

I love the windmill delivery, too.

“When Harry Met Sally” was the best romantic comedy ever, says me. But it makes me feel old to read on Mental Floss’ website today that it came out 25 years ago.
As they do with a lot of classic movies and TV shows, Mentalm Floss gives us 15 facts you probably didn’t know about the flick, including that the original ideas for casting included Albert Brooks and Molly Ringwald (Man, would that have been a different movie!), and that Nora Ephron absolutely hated the title, and that Bruno Kirby’s character was based on Rob Reiner in real life.

Check out more about “When Harry met Sally” here, and of course, above is my favorite part of the movie, the love stories of the older couples (“I rode up nine extra floors just to keep talking to her. Nine extra floors.”)

**Next up, Nike has put together a goosebump-inducing commercial to honor Derek Jeter’s final season in major league baseball. It’s been airing since the All-Star Game, and it’s fantastic.

And of course, because there are awesome people who do stuff like this on the Internet, there’s now a parody commercial starring the much-less beloved (downright loathed, I’d say) Alex Rodriguez. (Definitely NSFW, by the way). Hilarious.


“Boyhood” is like no other movie I’ve ever seen. How classrooms around the world look compared to America’s schools. And a LeBron essay that moved me

Probably only a handful of times in my life have I left a movie theater saying, “I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

Happened at “Schindler’s List.” Happened at “Avatar.” Maybe a few others, like when I saw “Return of the Jedi” as a kid.

Walking out of the theater Saturday afternoon with my wife, I concluded I’d never seen anything like “Boyhood,” the new Richard Linklater flick that literally every major critic in America has raved about (“Boyhood” has a 99 percent fresh rating on rottentomatoes.com).

Go see this film if it comes anywhere within 60 miles of you (Here’s a list of everywhere it’s playing and now, and where it’ll be soon).

Fight traffic, hire a babysitter, use whatever means you have: go see this film. It’s extraordinary. Linklater spent 12 years on it, filming the same actors for a few days a year, and the movie is simply incredible to behold: The story of a family, specifically a 6-year-old boy who grows into an 18-year-old man. Ethan Hawke is superb, so is Patricia Arquette, and the star, young Mason, is played by Ellar Coltrane to perfection.

There are no dramatic plot twists, no explosions or car crashes, no incredible revelations (Even Linklater said that when studio execs ask him what happens in the movie, he replied “Not much.”)

It’ simply the story of life, and the most realistic depiction of adolescence in any movie I’ve ever seen. The little triumphs, the little heartbreaks, love, loss, a great soundtrack… it’s all here in a 2 1/2 hour film that positively flies by.

I really, really hope that because it’s being released in the summer it doesn’t get overlooked at Oscars time, because I’ll be stunned if I see a better movie this year.
Man, it was so good. I may just spend 12 bucks and see it again this week.


**Next up, I love photo essays like this one that show you places you’ve probably never seen before. The website GlobalCitizen.org has compiled 16 photos of different classrooms from around the world (the one above is from Malawi).
Two things struck me immediately upon looking through them: 1, American teachers who complain about class size should look at these pics; the one from Cambodia must have 65 kids in it!
And two, the look on these kids faces proves that in education, some things universal: Several kids look bored, several look excited, and several are just goofing off. Kids are kids, whereever you go.


**Finally today, I haven’t written here about LeBron James’ decision to return to Cleveland, the biggest sports story of this or most years, because it happened on a Friday, I don’t blog over the weekend, and by Monday it seemed like everything that had to be said, had been said.
I think it’s a fantastic move for him, his SI letter (crafted with the immensely talented Lee Jenkins) was mature and heartfelt, and the sports fans of Cleveland sure as hell deserve some good news.

So like I said, most everyone has weighed in on this, but I read this over the weekend and it was quite different, because the author was quite different. Longtime readers of mine might remember me raving about an essay in Esquire three years ago written by a Cleveland dockworker and part-time writer named John Hyduk; dude was eloquent, touching and deeply affecting for anyone, much less someone who spends eight hours a day loading soda in a beverage warehouse.

He wrote this piece for the New York Times last week about LeBron coming home, and it was probably the best thing about King James I read. Truly a fantastic writer, I highly recommend this piece.

(P.S.: I also wanted to write something about LeBron so I could put up that amazing illustration of him, done by Robert Carter for the Cleveland Plain-Dealer. How incredible is that?)

Good News Friday: Weird Al Yankovic is back with a hilarious video about grammar. A great cancer fundraising idea. And Winnie Cooper is (sigh) getting married

And a happy Friday to all of you! We start Good News Friday with a man who I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned in five years of this blog: the great Weird Al Yankovic.

Loved Weird Al in the ’80s, when he was doing parodies like “Eat It” and “Fat” and then into the 1990s with “Amish Paradise,” my all-time favorite of his.

Well, after fading away for the last several years, the bizarre Mr. Yankovic is back and as funny as ever, which is good news, I think. My favorite of the new videos he released this week is “Word Crimes,” a parody of “Blurred Lines” that skewers all the idiots who don’t know how to spell or use proper grammar (Yes I’m an English nerd, but I’m not the only one who this drives nuts. Although having once stopped eating at a good restaurant because of the rampant misspellings on their sandwich board does paint me as a bit of a nut, I admit.)

Check it out, I think it’s brilliant:



** Next up, a very cool breakthrough idea in the manner of diabetes care.

According to this Washington Post story, the founders of Sproutel,  a start-up in Providence, R.I., want to raise $3 million dollars to give kids teddy bears. But their efforts are more than just warm and fuzzy: Jerry the Bear is a personal robot for children with Type 1 Diabetes, and he’s helped 250 of them come to terms with, learn about, and manage their chronic illness. In a move that even Sproutel’s founders call “incredibly audacious,” they’re aiming to put a bear in the hands of every U.S. child diagnosed with diabetes next year.

Kids can check Jerry’s blood sugar, give him insulin, and help with other real-life diabetes situations.

Terrific idea, and terrific story. To help fund the project, click here.

**And finally, sad news for “Wonder Years” fanatics like me: Winnie Cooper is off the market.

Danica McKellar, the math whiz/actress/all-time 1980s boy crush, is marrying her lawyer boyfriend, she announced Thursday.

Ah, Winnie. Good for you. But sad for those of us who always hoped to end up with you. We’ll always have our 1989 fantasties…


A White Sox giveaway goes hilariously wrong. John Oliver on President Harding’s sex letters. And the worst Comcast rep of all time!

Let me see if I’ve got this straight: The Republican Party has spent the better part of five years ranting and raving about President Obama’s health care law. They have tried to repeal it in the House of Representatives dozens of times, and have run two separate national elections against it. It gets implemented, and at their demands, Obama delays part of the law’s implementation that affects small businesses. And NOW the GOP Congress is suing Obama for delaying part of a law they loathe? 
Sure. Makes perfect sense.

You know, the Chicago White Sox had the best of intentions with a promotion last week. They gave out thousands of free ponchos to their fans, and what do you know, it started raining.
The ponchos were white. And they had hoods. And when 30,000 people wore them, it sorta looked like this…


Yikes! Has the Ku Klux Klan suddenly decided to have meetings at baseball games? Because that’s what a whole lot of people thought it looked like. Here’s another photo:


Aww man, I’d hate to be the marketing guy whose idea this was. I hope he still has a job.
Too funny. (Then again, I’m guessing the KKK would like baseball. The ball and all the bases are pure white.)

You may have heard about the kerfuffle involving former President Warren G. Harding’s steamy sex letters being released last week. HBO’s John Oliver, continuing an amazing start to his “Last Week Tonight” show with this take on Harding’s hard-on (sorry, that was too easy) for his neighbor’s wife.

Check out Oliver’s equally-brilliant take on income inequality here. 

**And finally, this has been listened to more than 3 million times in the past week, but if you’re like me and hadn’t seen it yet, it’s truly remarkable. A guy named Ryan Block calls Comcast to try to cancel his cable service, and the rep refuses to let him do it, arguing, turning belligerent, and basically being a complete jerk.

As much as I hate Time Warner (and I do so, so hate them), I’ve never quite had this experience. The best parts are the first five minutes; the customer had WAY more patience than I would’ve. (Check out an update on the story here.)



Another disgraceful handling of a campus rape. Louis CK with wise words on fatherhood. And “Masters of Sex” is back!


You would like to think that with the epidemic of college campus rape being so well-known, and so exhaustively written about and explored, that schools would be better at dealing with it by now.
You would think ALL schools would realize how stacked the deck always is against the victim, how especially when it’s a young woman’s words and version of events, and indisputable medical proof, against varsity football players who have lied and changed their story through the course an investigation, that some form of justice would be done.

You would think that maybe, just maybe, campus police would be more thorough, that judicial panels of university administrators wouldn’t be so callous and clueless in conducting a “trial” of sorts. But sadly once again, you’d be wrong.

In the latest despicable act of “justice,” I read this story in the Sunday New York Times about a freshman at Hobart and William Smith Colleges named Anna, her harrowing experience of being raped, and the horrendously bad conduct of the school in looking into it.

Needless to say, the three assailants got away pretty much scot-free, Anna is scarred for life, and Hobart and William Smith appear to have not a clue as to how to look at this.

As you read this story (and it’s long, but excellent), think about this from a letter to the editor Tuesday, about the story:

“Rape is a serious violent crime. College administrations have shown themselves time and again to be completely incompetent when addressing charges of sexual assault. Why do we allow this process in the first place? Would we allow a college administration to investigate a kidnapping? Would we allow it to adjudicate a murder charge? Of course not.”

**Next up, Louis CK made these comments about fatherhood back in 2010, but I just ran across them on Upworthy.com this week.

For once, Louie isn’t strictly trying to just be funny, but actually offers some pretty sound advice, advice I definitely plan on following.


**Finally, so happy that one of my favorite shows of last year, one that surprised the hell out of me with how good it was, is back to save us from this TV wasteland of summer.

If you’re not already watching “Masters of Sex” on Showtime, I highly, highly recommend it. Telling the story of real-life groundbreaking sex researchers (and eventual lovers) William Masters and Virginia Johnson in the 1950s, this show gives us the complex dynamics of two people who were dedicated to their work, mocked by the medical establishment, yet keep pressing on.

The acting is tremendous; Michael Sheen (who in real life is now dating Sarah Silverman, which just seems so odd, those 2 together) and Lizzy Caplan are fantastic, and the supporting cast is great too (Beau Bridges and Allison Janney, as a couple struggling with a whole lot more than I can briefly explain here, both just got Emmy nominations for their roles in “Masters of Sex”).

The writing is sharp, sometimes funny, and always interesting. Season 2 started off with a great episode Sunday night (you can watch it for free here); definitely a good time to get into this show if you haven’t already.

Sure, there’s lots of sex and nudity in it (rarely a bad thing), but that’s almost banal and beside the point in this show. It’s just terrific.

New Roger Ebert movie is fantastic. Germany wins the World Cup (thankfully not in PKs). And a dog gives a baby a bath


Roger Ebert did not get cheated by life. Not at all.
Sure, you could say he died too young, and that he suffered greatly in the last several years, enduring surgery after surgery to try to remove the cancer from his mouth and jaw, surgeries that eventually left him unable to speak, eat or drink except through a tube.

But Ebert packed so much living into the years he was on Earth, that when he died in 2013, he had a tremendous legacy to leave. He was, of course, one of the best and most-loved film critics of all time; he was a tremendous author, and lived live to the fullest, for better or for worse. He packed so much living into his years that he truly was content when he died.

The new documentary opening across the country this week about his life, directed by Steve James (of “Hoop Dreams” fame) and called “Life Itself,” shows Ebert in all his glory, warts and all.

I saw the film last week and loved it. James was given permission by Ebert to film the last few months of his life, and while some of the hospital care scenes are hard to watch, they’re necessary to show Ebert’s fighting spirit.

The interviews with Ebert’s friends, Bill Nack and Gene Siskel’s widow Melanie were especially terrific), are wonderful in showing what a garrulous personality he was, and how marrying his wife Chaz in 1991 changed his life for the better.

It’s really a well-done, poignant movie. Highly recommend it.


**Next up today, this is such a cute little video, sent to me by
loyal blog reader Sanford. It’s a girl and her dog named Bixby, hanging out, and Mom capturing one of the sweet little moments that make up life: Bixby giving his best buddy a “bath” one night last week.


**And so the World Cup is finally over, as Germany, who pretty much dominated the game possession-wise, scored late in overtime (sorry, “extra time”) to beat Argentina, 1-0 and win the title for the first time since 1990.

The result is apparently at least a little bit of good news for Brazil fans, who hate Argentina passionately (apparently it’s like Yankees-Red Sox times 10), but the real story now is, and should be, the incredibly wasteful spending on World Cup and Olympic venues by Brazil, while the sanitation, schools and hospitals in the country go criminally neglected.

I’m currently reading a terrific book “Brazil’s Dance with the Devil,” by sportswriter Dave Zirin, about the awful state of Brazil’s economy and infrastructure and the protests surrounding these two world events, and it’s truly disgraceful the way these two world events were “won” by the Brazilian government.

For a fantastic story about life for “regular people” in Brazil during the Cup, and why we didn’t see massive protests on TV, check out this fantastic Wright Thompson piece from ESPN.com.

Good News Friday: I celebrate my 5-year blogiversary! The best school bus driver of all time shares his secrets. And a classic “first kiss” video makes me smile


On July 11, 2009, World Wide of Stuff was born.

These were the first words I wrote on the site you’re now reading:

**So as I sat in my eight-bedroom mansion by the lake the other night (actually, my two bedroom apartment near a fake pond, but whatever), I thought, “how can I help my fellow man today? Can I give my time to a worthy charity? Should I try to make a difference in the life of a child?”

Nah. There’s plenty of time for that in the future. So I decided to start a blog.

Does the world need another blog, especially one by a 33-year-old sports writer? Of course not. But then again, we didn’t need a reality show about housewives in New Jersey, but we got one.

All right, so it wasn’t exactly Updike or Fitzgerald.

So much in my life has changed since this site started. For one, I no longer live in a two-bedroom apartment in Florida; now I live in a two-bedroom apartment in Manhattan.
I was married then, and I’m married now, but to a different woman than I was back then (hey, life is complicated).
I left one career (newspaper journalism), started another (teaching), and am about to embark on the hardest and most rewarding job of them all: Being a father.

I truly had no idea what this site would evolve into, or if anyone would ever read it. At its best it’s been a conversation, and hopefully some of the issues I’ve ranted about, or linked to, have made you think, laugh, or cry just a little bit.

I’ve written 1,467 posts (I just looked it up), which sounds like a lot but is basically a little less than one a day), and I still get a little thrill when someone in real life or in cyberspace tells me they read my post that day and liked it.

I said a few months ago when “announcing” that our first baby will be born in September that I have no idea what that will mean for the blog; I’m thinking my daily weekday pace may slow down (infants suck up a whole of time, I’ve heard!) but who knows, maybe I’ll need to blog more to keep myself sane.

I promise that the blog will continue in some form, and that it won’t ever devolve into daily  posts of “let me tell you about the adorable thing my kid did today!” (Because other than my parents, nobody really wants to read that).

I’ve had so much fun writing this for the last five years, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for stopping by.


**OK, time for some real good news. There’s a line in the movie “The Color of Money” (which I love but so many people dislike) where Paul Newman talks about how he invests in and appreciates excellence, wherever he finds it.

That’s how I feel about Larry Hannon of Westminster, Pa., who might be the best school bus driver of all time.
He’s won 8 NSTA International Safety Competitions, or “roadeos,” this story reports (who knew there were bus driver Olympics?), more than anybody else ever has.

Listening to Hannon talk about his job, you can just feel the joy he gets out of it.

“I just like to drive the buses and it’s fun with the kids and all,” he said.

Hannon added that his favorite part of the job is “trying to get a good rapport with the students on the bus, trying to be a positive influence on them … That’s the neatest part of it, the kids on the bus.”

Good on ya, Larry Hannon. Keep doing what you love.

**And finally, on this blogiversary, I wanted to finish with one of my favorite videos I’ve ever posted on here. It’s a simple little scene of a little boy, a little girl, and first love, and it makes me smile every time I watch.

Hope you smile at it again, too. Take it away, Elliott and Bowie… (Click here to see them one year later).


LeBron back in Cleveland would be 57 kinds of awesome. Penalty kicks are an awful way to decide World Cup games. And Jimmy Fallon and Halle Berry make a human hamster wheel


A not-so-little secret, from a former sportswriter: We in the sports media tend to overhype things.
We make way, way too much out of common events, declare games “the best ever” and are quick to anoint heroes and legends all the time, making enormous mountains out of molehills.

But if what happens today with LeBron James is what lots of folks were reporting Wednesday night happens, then the news’ importance would be inelastic: It could not be stretched.

LeBron James going back to Cleveland would be HUGE. Bigger than huge. The biggest sports story in a decade, I think.

Do you realize what an incredible tale this is? Hometown kid, grows up to become the best player on the planet, plays seven years for the Cleveland Cavaliers and is beloved beyond belief by the fans there. They don’t win a title, and then as a free agent he goes on national TV, humiliates the city that loves him and chooses to go to Miami, where he teams up with other stars and of course, wins championships that he seemed destined to win for the long-suffering fans of Cleveland.

His jerseys get burned in Cleveland. He feels rage like few athletes ever have. The Cavs owner writes a scathing letter ripping LeBron to shreds.

And then, four years later … LeBron comes back to Cleveland? It would be epic. That kind of story just does not happen in sports.  You know with Kyrie Irving and Andrew Wiggins, and some other free agents who will soon sign by his side, LeBron would have a great chance to end Cleveland’s 50-year sports championship drought.

Why would he go back to a place that sent so much fury at him? I have no inside information into his psyche, of course, but I honestly think he feels bad about the way he left. I think he knows how he departed, making a spectacle of himself on national TV, was wrong and immature, and he sees this as righting a wrong.

And if he comes back to Ohio and wins a title or two, man, what a story it would make.

I so hope LeBron becomes a Cav again. It would be just a wonderful, wonderful story.


**And now, more Jimmy Fallon awesomeness: He got Halle Berry to agree to be a human hamster wheel with him the other night.
Love how trusting these celebs are with Fallon…

**Finally today, a couple words on the ridiculousness of World Cup penalty kicks, deciding games.
I like shootouts in the NHL regular season, because at some point games have to end, they’re exciting for fans, and with 82 games, it breaks up the monotony and never truly impacts who wins the Stanley Cup. If they ever went to shootouts to determine Stanley Cup playoff game winners, I’d be right out there with my pitchfork with all the other hockey diehards, because it would be positively insane to do that.

And yet, in the World Cup elimination rounds, when a country has waited four years to get a chance to win this prestigious event, if the score is tied after 120 minutes of play, they go to a “skills competition” gimmick to decide the winner.

It happened Wednesday in the Argentina-Holland semifinal, it happened in the Costa-Rica-Netherlands game, and the Brazil-Chile game as well. It’s nuts that after working that hard, and putting so much effort into the game, teams watch one shooter and one goalie decide the outcome, one at a time.

Play it out until someone scores, I say. Allow more substitutions if you must, but to have the whole thing come down to PKs seems incredibly unfair to me.

Then again, I’m not a soccer guy. Happy to argue with anyone who is.

I finally join the smartphone revolution, kicking and screaming. A fascinating look at “restorative justice” in prisons. And Ginny Weasley hosts a live-blog on Quidditch

I am definitely what you’d call a “late adapter” when it comes to technology.

I hung onto VHS tapes and my VCR far longer than most people I knew, refusing to give in to the DVD-ization of the world.
I clung to my music cassettes all the way until 2004, when I finally started buying CDs, and only did that because my new car had a CD player and not a tape deck (first CD I bought? Not surprisingly, it was Barry Manilow.)

And with cell phones, I was way, way behind the times. Long after every other person you or I knew was walking, zombie-like, down the street pecking at their iPhones or Samsung Galaxy, I hung in there with three consecutive models of the LG Cosmos, the ColecoVision of cell phones.

I didn’t want a Smartphone for a lot of reasons: 1, I didn’t want to constantly have my head down, buried in email or a stupid game, while the world around me passed me by. 2, I didn’t want to be so “available” to the world via email and everything else, and 3, I spend enough time on my phone, talking, that I didn’t feel the need to be on it anymore.
I was mocked by my friends relentlessly when I took out my phone; my buddy Andrew used to ask every few months “still got that crappy phone?” when I’d see him.
Still, I was a proud non-conformist in this area.
Until last week. My wife got a fancy new iPhone 5s, and when the trade-in value for her iPhone 4 wasn’t much, she asked if I wanted to keep it and finally upgrade. So I did.

I wanted to hate it. I tell myself I’m going to go slow and be careful not to get sucked in like others.
But since activating it on Saturday, I have a confession to make:

I kinda love it.

I caught up on a lot of Web reading on the subway today. It’s so much easier to text, and far less painful for me (I have tendinitis in my thumbs, and texting on my old phone gave me inflammation, believe it or not). I’ve already used my Google Maps app and my HopStop app a few times; having a smartphone is bound to prevent me from getting lost so much.

I just have to keep repeating to myself: “I won’t get sucked in, I won’t get sucked in, I will not become a zombie!”



**Next up, I was really intrigued by this story in the Sunday New York Times about a new program in a Norfolk, Mass. prison called “restorative justice.” The concept has been around a long time, and it works like this: Inmates come into a group session with other inmates and confess their feelings of regret and remorse about their crimes, while from the outside, victims and victims families of completely different crimes sit in the same circle and share their feelings of loss as well.

Ideally, both groups come away with a new appreciation for the pain and suffering the others have endured.

The story has some great quotes in it, and I’m hugely in favor of anything like this that can give people in prison some peace (By the way, forget to write about this when I saw it a few weeks ago, but I highly recommend the documentary available on Netflix “The House I Live In,” about how incredibly screwed up our war on drugs is, and what it has turned our prisons into.)

Here’s an excerpt: Ms. Wornum, 58, talked about the summer night three years ago when her son Aaron, a 25-year-old musician, walked out of their home with a cheerful “Be right back.” Forty minutes later the phone rang. It was a hospital; her son had been shot. He took his final breath in her arms.

“You touched me the most because it really made me understand what I put the family through,” said Mr. Sahin, 37, who was 22 when he killed the young mother. Taking a deep breath, broad shoulders bent forward, he continued. “I really don’t know how to overcome this or if I can overcome it. I’ve done a lot of bad stuff in my life. But I’ve reached a place where I’m not numb anymore.”

**Finally today, this is great for Harry Potter lovers like me: In the midst of World Cup fever, the website Pottermore.com is hosting a live-blog from Ginny Weasley from the Quidditch World Cup Final on Friday at 1 p.m. Eastern (as you already know, it’s Brazil vs. Bulgaria in that one).

My first question for Ginny: How “magical” of a boyfriend is Harry these days?

How a password can change your life. A fascinating, quick video about what autism feels like. And “Seinfeld” night at a minor league park is a hit

Still buzzing a bit after that incredible Wimbledon final. If you’re a tennis fan like me, or just a fan of fantastic writing, two pieces on the Federer-Djokovic match I wanted to pass on: Joe Posnanski of NBCSports.com on his emotions of rooting for Federer all along, only pulling for Djokovic at the end, and the great Jason Gay of the Wall Street Journal on Federer’s brilliance, not quite dimmed yet.

How much do we all hate changing our passwords on our computers? A whole hell of a lot. I have recently had to change my iTunes password a few times and it drove me nuts, because of all the “rules” big companies put in about how we change them.

Mauricio Estrella is just like the rest of us, angrily trying to come up with a combination of capital letters, numbers and punctuation characters every month or so.

But in this great essay for The “Today” show website (and thanks to my friend Mollie T. for posting this on Facebook), Estrella talks about how a painful divorce combined with password changing made a huge difference in his life, and how he’s used passwords to better himself.

Definitely worth your time to read.

**I have a few friends whose children have autism, and it’s often difficult for them to explain exactly what it’s like for their kids to grow up seeing the world slightly differently than the rest of us.

The National Autism Society put together this really interesting one-minute video about what the world sounds and looks like to autistic children, and it’s pretty powerful. Check it out…


**Finally, you may remember last month I wrote about the awesome idea the Brooklyn Cyclones minor-league baseball team came up with, to hold a “Seinfeld” night in honor of the show’s 25th anniversary.
Well, it was held in New York last Saturday, and the photos and videos are awesome (that’s the whole team wearing “Puffy shirts” like the one Jerry wore in a memorable episode). The stadium was renamed Vandelay Industries Park, the real-life Kramer and Soup Nazi were there, and lots of other fun stuff went on.

Check out the videos and photos here. No soup for you!