Hey, that’s our quarterb— oh, God. Oh, my God.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/news/swiss-che…

/cums

Credit the lack of readily available video-capturing devices!

Made me think of this, for some reason:

Good interview, Joe. I’m surprised being somewhat of a comedy nerd myself that I’ve never heard of Barry until just recently.

DAMMIT.

Our class used to have “math races.” Three kids up to the board, working on the same problem. The first one to finish was crowned “Hot Rod;” the second to finish, “Slowpoke,” and the final poor bastard (who for all we know could have had a chalk-related mishap) slumped back to their desk with the epithet of “Turtle.”

Ironic, then, that he himself ended up being used in a sentence.

That story is a pissah.

Sixth grade. First round. The word was “anomaly.”

Neck-fat brothers?

Whose Ugly Football Chin Is This?

But, it’s over now, and all he can do is move on—to the arduous work of reclaiming his body from fucking Pazuzu.

Best. Memoir. Ever.

Oh, hell no. :) But if you continue to support them by going to the ballpark, then more power to you.

Or... I save money not buying tickets/parking/concessions to go see a team even its president and GM admit won’t be realistically competitive for the next three years.

And Jeremy Piven’s assistant in “Old School.”