Wow—as images go, that is one cold bowl of chili....

I would imagine Ms. Wintour's hands are in her pockets because exhibiting talons after Labor Day is a fashion felony.

Not to put too fine a point on it, Billy, one could argue that you'd actually by lysdexic; But that would be splitting hairs, and pubic ones, at that.

Oh, man....Anyone who's ever had to sit through a Monday afternoon high school football practice after a gaffe of this proportion knows that there is on hell of a speech coming from a coach who in all likelihood isn't up to the task.

I have to think that assessing a person's response to being raped is at best a fool's task, and is better left as such. My question is how this poor woman is faring internally, separate and apart from the image she feels compelled to present to the media, especially in the wake of promoting her book. The…

You're nothing but welcome, Alex.

Back in 1978, I daresay Mr. Ali was at the peak of his fame. The summer of that year I was living in Washington, D.C., working as an intern for a grassroots lobbying group. I was the quintessential poor college kid with no discretionary funds for entertainment: So, I walked. Everywhere.

And if you're hungry for a little more food for thought on the issue, there's this: http://nokiddingbook.com

Notre Dame is acting more and more like the Vatican as regards this tragedy.

What qualifications does Mr. Lewis lack for weighing in on the topic of Mr. Hernandez?

Visions of Robert "The Tank" Holmes go flashing through my head....

Only in a culture as out-of-balance as America's could this man's effort actually be denigrated.

Admittedly, I am old. I remember when Brent Musburger was a relatively new presence on the Chicago sports scene, for instance.

I hope Ms. Williams has a regimen of some sort in place for when she retires from professional tennis; one that will allow her to ease rather gracefully into a body that will not be exerting itself as she does while still playing at this level because by all indications, when she slows down, the picture will not be a…

This bulletin just in from the Department of Things That Don't Matter/No-Matter-How-Hard-You-Try Division:

No doubt, Mr. Kluwe has just served up some bitter truths here, all of which may be hard for some of you to swallow.

Mr. Gibson's most admirable trait is his consistency: Once an incandescent gob of flaming rectal tissue, always an incandescent gob of flaming rectal tissue. As a fellow Malibuite, I have been stopped by the same DUI checkpoints late at night. It's an inconvenience, to be sure, but given the risk of drivers driving…

You disqualify yourself from discussing this topic (or any of substance, for that matter) by way of your sloppy and negligent writing. Please turn your computer into the appropriate parties and report to your nearest Starbucks to begin training as a barista immediately.

Having known more than a few Oklahomans, I think it is safe to say they have more than a passing relationship with boredom and its darker side-effects. The point being these young men aren't exaggerating when they said they were bored.

Sui generis.