I swear Drew got this wrong last year too.

The jerseys should look like wife beaters.

No kidding! They do so well with soccer kits, and I loved the All-Star game warmup tracksuits, but they are just clueless at...this.

He has really good normally-anatomical prostheses that he wears on the regular.

Godfrey Daniel, I believe you have it cash on the nail!

Ween, as well.

This dude buys his gas at Wawa.

Yep. I almost shared this on Facebook when I saw it, but there are several Baltimore girls among my friends who would at least consider it.

BIG GAY'O!

C'Lay was right that somebody at ESPN who was sick of the story being slow-played tipped off you guys. Nicely done.

We're learning a lot more about Polynesian athlete culture today.

Don't forget stripper names.

The person behind Lennay's Twitter account is supposed to release a statement presently. What will that statement be?

Whether gay, or an awkward virgin, or pulling a lot of tail in South Bend as Pepper's source claims, is it possible that Lennay began as a cover story to his folks (who told the South Bend paper the meet-cute story) that spiraled out of control?

Apparently he typically neither thinks nor wonders, until after exposure to batshit crazy conspiracy theories that compel him to do so.

This review gives me the impression that Gangster Squad handles the post-WWII theme with less complexity than L.A. Noire did. That game featured broken individuals as characters and guns and drugs smuggled back by vets.

The corollary to the "future HOF" tic is the college football announcer like Verne Lundquist who says that every fairly good player "will play on Sunday."

The stage director asked the producer if Rob was okay to go on. The producer gave him the "high" sign.

Just when we think we know the answers, Roddy changes the questions.

A coconut is an effective weapon. Just ask Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka.