Marquis Cooper and Corey Smith were nicknamed Bob, but I guess that wouldn't count.

Am I sick? Are we all sick?

Rage Propel was the short-lived Ndamukong Suh inspired sports drink.

The crack is the wall also serves as his life's trajectory.

The Hornets have shown interest, but more for salary cap reasons. They also need him to explain what "debt" means.

He got the idea from Bob Uecker's 70th birthday, which was sponsored by Dom Delouise and Mr. Belvedere, and featured Earl Grey tea spiked with Makers Mark. It went well until Brice Beckham shit himself on the dance floor while tripping on acid.

"Operation, Red Cheeks" was Tom Coughlin's dermatology recommendation and reason for it.

Gunnar Keeled is the obituary Boomer Esiason has already written for his son.

A shit-stirring textbook is also known as the burger-making manual for Wendy's.

That kid will likely grow up to be Tate Forcier.

Saving the Best Fail for Last was Todd Palin's title for a book about Trig.

"Joe Paterno, please describe your favorite TV show, your dignity, and the Lindbergh baby."

John Cafferty just updated "Hearts on Fire" in a moving tribute to Kirby Wilson.

We're not quite in omelette territory, but we're close.

"Life can't be all bad when Brocephus is your friend."

@dizzy87: Where the hell am I? Damn my head hurts. Go Penguins.

Demaryius hasn't been this confused since his kindergarten teacher asked him to spell his name.

"Proba-balistic" would also describe Art Schlichter's mood swing when the roulette ball landed on red 8 times in a row.

The Larry O'Brien trophy is actually a scale model of TJ Kidd's upper body.

The Dallas Cowboys' White House was actually built on bad decisions and felonies.