It's actually just the back of Dov's head.

And somewhere, in an alternative universe….

Perchance to dream….

Seeing the size of this weapon, it's hard not to draw some pretty vivid conclusions about the size (or lack thereof) of Mr. Tannehill's gun.

Oh, man, only in 2014 could an issue as clear-cut as this be considered controversial.

I would guess Aspergers, but that's just me.

Could you please translate "Aspie spotted"?

If you accept that a great coach teaches you so much more than about the game you're playing, he is a loser as a coach.

The revered and inestimable Jim Brown said it best:

Thank you for reading, and commenting so generously.

Anyone who's ever tried Ecstasy knows it is many things, least of all a "performance-enhancing drug." As great as it can make you feel, I don't know anyone whose nether-regions don't go MIA under its influence.

Though Mr. Kluews may in fact be a former punter, he is currently a beacon of strength and social justice, with great prospects for some day being a leader of people way beyond anything as trivial as what happens on a football field.

I don't know much about how to pronounce Latin names, but the more I read about Mr. Puig, I would venture that his first name is pronounced "ya'-ass-HOLE."

Oh, I didn't hear that. But thanks all the same.

Um, if you're referring to the music in the background after the shot, it's not AC/DC. I believe it's Gary Glitter's "Rock and Roll, Part 2."

I ultimately did, but not before I left this observation, which I did because my ex-father-in-law was very deeply involved in comedy in Manhattan back in the early sixties. He told me the story of Bruce's opening line the night of the show, and to his telling, Bruce's take wasn't nearly as one-note as portrayed here.

Kudos to Mr. Sharpe for not only referencing the issue that no one wants to but for addressing it head (and heart) on.

Two questions, humbly submitted:

What's funny is that back in the 80s, Robert used to live in an apartment abut three blocks west of the Wiener's Circle. And though he isn't as much fun to hang out with as you might imagine, I think he has actually found his ultimate form of expression in Triumph, which is no mean feat.

I think it became hilarious long after the squirrel had been extricated from its indoor prison. Oh, and I meant "squirrely," not "squarely"—darn auto-correct!