I'm still holding out hope that someday we'll see bicycle jousting.

I wish Marshawn Lynch would respond to every sports journalist's inane, clichéd non-question by getting a tape recored, reading a bunch of athlete platitueds into it, then pushing play each time he's asked a question."We're going to go out and compete"," "Dominate the line of scrimich", "Elway had a man wide open…

"Pigs" is a perrect double entendre. I wonder what would happen if you inter-splice clips of his Iowa Freedom Summit speech with a news broadcast about the Washington shooting.

If there's a silver lining, it's that Huckabee's career in elected office is over. Should he run, this will certainly come up in the primaries, and there's no way it will fly with the law-and-order branch of the GOP. Put a fork in him. He's done.

Huck might have been referring to the convicted rapist and murderer, who he pardoned for finding Jesus, that used his Born Again clemency to kill four cops in Washington state. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content… Who knew Huckabee had such a hate-boner for cops?

In the future, Reince Priebus might want to seriously consider making her take a breathalyzer before allowing her to speak in public.

Looks like I'm doing some shopping in Jersey.

Two scoops of ice cream in a blender plus a bottle of Edmund Fitzgerald: mix for ten seconds and you have one of the best deserts you can imagine.

No shit? Great to know!

It killed me when I moved to NYC to discover it doesn't ship here.

Two scoops of vanilla ice cream pulls a bottle of Edmund Fitzgerald in a blender: mix for ten seconds and you have a milkshake that gets you drunk.

Word! It's has a malty pils taste, but a fuller body.

Burning River is one of those rare ales that has noticeable hops, but are not so overpowering that it smells like Pine-Sol.

That stuff is and delicious as it is dangerous. It's so smooth and balanced that you never suspect that stuff is 7.5% ABV.

They still make it but, it's only available at the brewery.

I miss their Moon Dog ESB.

Grew up in C-Town and their Eliot Ness Lager is phenomenal! Kills me you can't get it in NYC. Time for a walk down memory lane: it has a wonderfully creamy texture that's rare for a lager. The malts are very pronounced, and have a nice carmel sweetness. The way the fullness of the body combines with the carbonation…

Maybe the refs were inflating the balls in a sauna?

HI-YOOOOOOOOOO!

Could be, but that still strikes me as an extraordinary result.