"Me too. Mind if I join you? We can continue our conversation."

Doug is on the roof.

Clean-up on Aisle Me.

Thanks a lot, Bin Laden.

Lies. It's sausage egg mcmuffins.

Great post. Just one quibble: My atheism isn't "the belief...that there is no god" but rather a lack of belief that there is a god. A subtle difference, perhaps, but one that's important—to me, anyway.

Better there than on the field.

That happens on 161st St., about 10 seconds after exiting the stadium. I suspect torn parts of his jersey are still wedged up his Fenway canal.

We were taught to ball the hand into a fist, so that your fingers wouldn't do…well, this. Not sure that breaking the carpal bones is much better than breaking the metacarpals, though.

"Tonight's in-flight entertainment will be Battlefield Earth and Wild Hogs. Please turn off all electronic equipment, including e-meters, until we reach cruising altitude—cruising, get it?—and remain seated with your seatbelts buckled until our delightful flight attendants Kelly Beard and Katie "Kate" Contract tell…

"Then I'm gonna be an astronaut!"

Knoblauch: My errors are confined to my hands of stone and those horrible throws to first!

Totally unrelated, and a complete change-of-topic: I wonder how Keith Richards is doing.

Don't apologize to us; apologize to Johnny Utah.

Thank god this device doesn't respond to the voices in Gary's head.

Yes, he's brain damaged…but he can operate this new thing. Isn't that great?

The facilities look fantastic! Now get out there and compete!