Or that.

Just heard out of the mouth of Beth Mowins, "There's a Persa party in Champaign."

In high school and college I had thought 30 years old would be a good age to get married. And that almost happened except for having a ring handed back to me when I was 29. (Happy ending- I got married to a non-crazy amazing girl 5 years later.)

My Goodness

The half star is because they at least they let you bring your beer in.

INVISIBLE BALL!

Picture I now can't get out of my head:

Maury Buford: Hello, Buford Roofing.

Actually the Broncos fans are just inviting their coach to the opening of David Mamet's highly anticipated follow-up to Glengarry Glenn Ross, The Endless Boughs of Willows.

To save money Minor League ID cards are just Subway Sub Club cards with the team name written on them.

Right now, I'm baffled by how we survived as a species when prehistoric man's teething infants were screaming and drawing in every sabertooth whatnot imaginable.

Except for articles about Michael Jordan's golf bag, this is the most interesting NBA piece I've read in a long time.

Buffalo fans need to channel their negative outburst into something more creative:

Not just any old dong bump, but a Coors Light Cold Hard Blast!

Howaboutthat?

Hurting DU!AN:

Or Paul McCart- nevermind.

Agreed. Too bland.

Between coaching gigs, Mr. Holtz has employed himself as an entertainer specializing in bat mitzvahs and evangelical bachelor parties.

Sarah's tweet an hour before that was: