If they had their heads about them they would just apply pressure until the severed limbs reattach. 

Dude always was a spin doctor. 

Ok, Jerry now describe cutting off your nose to spite your face.

Or Kendrick Norton. 

Question - if I’ve already seen Kevin Durant’s Achilles, is there any point in watching the prequel?

+Ricky Jay and His 52 Assistants.

Nah, little quick-fried steak or sirloin patty smothered in caramelized onion gravy, mashed potatoes... Damn, now I’m hungry!

This was the closest one in a long time. Alison had no wrong answers, but Kate wins for having Paloma and French 75 on a day it’s over 100 degrees. Those both sound amazing right now. 

I actually had a craving for it the other day. And not a good one. Like second grade cafeteria Salisbury steak. But I would think now that I can cook, it could be quite delicious. 

That was the gist of my email also. Having hope is such an uncomfortable feeling. 

“There aren’t a lot of “M” bones in the leg.”

“Lou Gehrig, with 14 against the Cleveland in 1936, is within striking distance.”

Moons over my hammy. 

I guess he lost the moment. 

This being the Blue Jays I will assume that they have the sons of Roger Clemens, Randy Johnson, and Dennis Martinez in the minor leagues, future Cy Young winners all, but won’t call them up until they’ve exhausted every last second of service time. 

She didn’t get the ball through the hoop. NOT. A. DUNK. 

I have never made any of those comments... gulp. 

Hmmm... I still have some mojo-marinated pork shoulder in my freezer from my last smoking session before the 100-degree-days set in. Cubano pickle sandwich, anyone?

That’s what she said. 

I’m in Austin now and unfortunately I didn’t realize we had the Round Rock Express until it was too hot to go to a game.