I don't think it's any coincidence that Cinnabon got its toehold in the marketplace by selling itself in kiosks at airports.

This is precisely what's wrong in the state of Insanity that you may know as Indiana.

Well played, Mr. Coffin.

Oh, well, thanks for the heads up.

So the concept of contributory negligence is somehow beyond your grasp?

In a sense, yes. The game is by design fraught with danger. Quarterbacks know what they are asking of their receivers when they send them over the middle, for instance. And receivers know the same. Defenders are less queasy about that dynamic because they get to lay back, in waiting. They aren't the ones laid bare in…

You make an interesting point regarding the shift away from using one's arms to effect a tackle. Looking back, what you're advocating would radically alter the dynamic of the game, stripping a lot of the league's best players of their most notable trait: Their willingness to throw their bodies at their target, cost be…

The problem here isn't the hit; it's the inherently dangerous pass that leads the receiver in such a way that requires them to fully extend while in full stride to make the catch.

Irving Azoff is living proof that it takes no discernible talent to make it in the music business.

The official in question only issued personal fouls to both players.

This is arguably going to be one of the last uninflected moments in sports history where what you're seeing is exactly what is transpiring: The last appearance of a true sports hero/legend, unimproved by steroids and artificial means, because what made Mr. Rivera Mr Rivera had nothing to do with chemistry—it had…

My deepest hope is that this brazen statement does nothing but boomerang and prove to be this human oil slick's downfall.

This is the latest version of the oldest trick in a young man's book for acquiring some quality squeezage. The main difference is that it used to be deployed to get your arm around your date whilst in a movie theater or drive-in.

You are so much more than you claim in this eerie piece of seemingly nothing more than random letters strung together to possibly form words, which may then by sheer luck construct sentences. Which may or may not mean a thing.

Glimpsing the accompanying picture of Ms. Abraham's, one gets the impression that her breasts are her most genuine attribute.

I think the title of this piece is entirely misleading. The Klugman family isn't enraged at the tribute paid to Mr. Monteith: They are hurt at the relative exclusion of their family member, a man who arguably touched a lot more lives with his work than Mr. Monteith had the chance to do in his all-too-brief career.

If you watch this video with the volume down, you will hear a yipping sound that all punters make when they try and act like the rest of who makes up their team.

As admirable as it is for a man to step into a ring, knowing full well that mayhem is upon him, whether it is his to dispatch or his to receive. For many of theses warriors, boxing was their only way out of a life of menial work, poverty and no options. And as heroic as these people are, I can't help but think of the…

When I was a kid we played a game called "Crack the Whip." Basically, it involved getting as many kids to hold hands, with the fastest and strongest among us leading the line, which would snake at sharp and irregular angles and intervals. The sole purpose of the game was to go so fast and whip so hard that the last…

Maybe it's just me but watching this video did nothing more than answer the question of what would it look like if you crossed a Depends undergarment with a thong.