Ohio, we called it Keep Away, as does my son now here in the Chicago 'burbs. We also had Pickle, but that was a different game, wherein there were two bases and you had to tag the dude running between them.

Also, though, your point is well-taken that he's acting a little passive-aggressive here, but, I still don't think the punishment fits the crime, going full-Whitlock on him.

(double-post, my bad) (ok, so maybe it didn't double-post. Kinjaaaaaaa!!!!)

Soooo, Jason Whitlock is hilariously clueless about the (mostly terrible) quality of his writing, and is upset that he didn't win an award that he was not even technically qualified for, then proceeds to write a hilariously un-self-aware column about it.

Chris Jones is circumspect about the fact that he didn't get…

re: the Obama holiday

Special bonus, if it was his birthday (8/4) it'd be the only holiday in August, which is the only month without a real or widely-celebrated holiday (cue outrage from those devotees of National Ice Cream Sandwich Day on 8/2)

Napoleon went to my high school, and my mom knows his mom a little tiny bit. Taking this with the 3rd hand grain of salt it deserves, apparently there was a decent chance he was going to lose his leg over that.

It was a clean hit...back, and to the left...

Bissinger escaped from rehab, seen weeping at the Filene's Basement in Philly.

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You keep saying "beard" and "girlfriend" like they were different things.

To be fair, it's entirely possible he was checking to make sure his head was attached, and just missed.

Golf is a solid choice for invisibility, but c'mon, you're standing in front of the opposing team's kicker and blocking every single FG, then picking it up and tossing it to the very surprised DB who had the outside rush. And tripping the QB in his own end zone, natch.

Welcome back to the site, Nate.

That's tough but fair. +1

+1 CTW FTW

My kid digs the red velvet at the old-school bakery where we live, but I suspect that's because of the 2" thick mound of frosting on top.

Drew, I'm a former fat person like yourself. And when I became a former fat person, I realized something...I don't like donuts (or doughnuts). It makes me a pariah in office-social settings, but I don't really care.

Once they wash away into the Atlantic, we'll laugh at them for calling us "flyover country" all these years.

And Heath Shuler, who was bad at BOTH jobs! Dual Threat!