Felipe Luis and Juan Cuadrado. That’s just in the last year. We throw around money with little to no scouting at CFC, I’m convinced.

As a resident of the state she governs (terribly), I could not be happier, as this should effectively end her political career.

Hulk Hogan Lovie Smith. On tape!

“You don’t need trophies to be a winner but he is a winner”

Star Wars Battle Pod - Hoth Level

I love Carrie Fisher something fierce.

Montana must be truly wretched to beat out my beloved home state of South Cackalacky, where we specialize in morbid traffic, morbid dentistry, and giving eight electoral votes to Presidential losers.

Mike Zimmer looked like he was ready to rumble.

I made it to Izzo. If a man with that kind of character looks up to you, you may very well have been too good for this Earth, Flip.

“Totes magotes!”

This show often makes me laugh uncontrollably. I have no idea why, but it is so fucking entertaining.

Oh god. I remember listening to WFAN on my phone one night when Hurricane Sandy hit, just to keep up with what was going on. Then, in the middle of the night, I awoke to this jingle. First, a creepy man singing alone to a little percussion in the background. Then, a choir of zombie children joining in. I gripped my…

Something something Crackerjack Halfback!

I love this like a fat kid loves cake. And I love cake too.

This after CC spent a good chunk of time schlobbing the Colts “new look” defensive line designed to stop Blount. The instant he stopped talking, Blount gashed them for a 30 yard TD run. I had a wee chuckle.

You know who could come in and clean this shit up, and have this team in the playoffs this year?

“I got St. Louis Cardinal cawk!”

Well done, Trevor. You’re going to do fine.

I imagine every black man in Oxford would endorse the “don’t run” part of this tweet.

The world will miss this man.