O, and she stoopid!

And Bill King remains unhonored. Proof the gods are unfair and arbitrary.

Jay Bilas is an insufferable Duke, big conference, twat. That's the short version.

In the movie version of Roddy Doyle's fictional chronicle of Ireland's amazing 1990 World Cup run—The Van— the protagonist is watching TV wearing a "Fuck Schillaci" t-shirt. My son and I shared a big laugh in a 3/4 empty art house.

Here we go Explorers, here we go! Congrats A. J.

Well, you can find her in an oversized box.

This game makes LSU-Alabama look like a Tuesday night MAC game.

Hopefully, you weren't an English major.

I heard he is a BEAST at Squash.

There's a fine line between candlelight vigil and torches for all.

His backers, Cloverlay, had an office in the same building where I worked in Philadelphia. I only saw him once, but I remember how much his face lit up when I called him "Champ." It was a gracious two minutes and handshake, but 40 years later, I remember it clearly. RIP Smokin' Joe, and take your seat in the…

"under his Dad" is unfortunate phrasing.

Man, that guy is a bigger attention whore than any of the Kardashians.

Roman Centurion to Tim Tebow: "Cross your legs, we only have 3 nails left."

Moo! Or do I need to add another thirty two characters?

It's surprising to me a guy who looks like that would engage in erratic behavior.

The injury string has been amazing, but it toughened A's fans to the point they don't sound like the whining bitches in the West Bay fan base.

Wash overrides all that. There was nothing as insightful and funny as Ron Washington's pregame shows on Saturday and Sunday, "The Weekend Wash." Brad P...I mean, Billy Beane's worst mistake was letting him go.

I've already had my first "BLOW ME McCarver!" moment when he said the Rangers are the best team the Cardinals have faced all season.

Hitler approves.