@Always Winning: Recreating Thursday's Moonshine vs. Millen/Theismann experiment today with Aikman/Buck. Except I started a little early, so I should have a fine case of the jimmy-leg and/or temporary blindness by 4:00.

@ZuckercornEsquire: Damn straight. One of the few perks of working in education.

In case you were wondering whether drinking copius amounts of peach moonshine makes listening to Millen more tolerable: I've done the research and it does not.

Yeah, McNabb's the problem.

@Bellwether Johnson: Heed the previous advice. But if you do watch, NEVER watch past 12:10. Nothing past that point is suitable for human consumption, regardless of cast or writing prowess.

@The_International_Poise_Conspi...: Reliever?

Dave Brockie's been writing his own "autobiography" serially for a couple years now.

Hasn't Detroit suffered enough already?

@All Over But The Sharting: Shitty office-party bourbon, accompanied by shitty office-party shame. Currently following up with liquor-stores-were-closed Absolut Mandarin vodka collins.

@Phintastic: My star was a Jalopnik star. The robes were scratchy flannel and the hookers were dead.

@AirBratz23: And just for future reference, when you lose your star, you wake up in an abandoned Mexican brothel, in an ice-filled bathtub, with a poorly stitched up lower back.

@Oscar de la Mayer: It's Florida. There's always a backup Jorts Fat Chick. Or a least a Jorts Fat Dude with Double-D Moobs.

BECAUSE SKINS FANS ARE FUCKING ASSHOLES AND I MAKE NO EXCEPTIONS NOT EVEN FOR MY OWN BLOOD.

Crosby gets special treatment

@Tucker's Virtue: Second place gets two nights?

@KobesMoneyShot: He's the Billy Martin to Deadspin's Steinbrenner.

@WhatWouldTebowDo?: You're with me, lifejacket.

Drunk Chicagoan Scales

Chris Berman's Mustache.

I wish casting directors would stop pigeonholing Will Arnett as a clueless douchebag.