I'm ever so clever.

(1) The "Y" is capitalized

What did you think I was talking about? I said "Yes, the Broncos probably will lose this weekend."

Don't pick on Silent Cal. He was lazy.

All that drama ...

That's great. Excellent work. And, for social life, you always have us.

Oh man, Root Sports is showing "Classic Rockies Games" and they've decided to start with the home opener in 1993. I was 13 then, "Baylor Ball" was a term, Dante Bichette was relevant, Don Zimmer was coaching 3rd, 80,227 people were in the stadium. Crazy '90s days.

Interesting. I watched the Classic and the one thing that I kept thinking about was that there was not one possible good place to see the game in the stadium. So I ask, curious, not snark, what made it amazing?

Oh, no, it's definitely not that clever. "Chefs" wasn't even capitalized. Although Chefs might be less offensive than Chiefs, and they could re-name the stadium "The Kitchen" or something kooky and then it would be fun and clever to be a Chiefs fan.

I don't know if it's a grievance, but it's annoying, DUAN ...

Not sure, especially given the next sentence in the article.

Oh man, JD, that kind of pun is why your girlfriend is imaginary.

He will be holding auditions soon at the jiggle joint for girls over 5'10" (1.78 meters) to join the team

Happy New Year, you crazy Deadspinners. Thanks for listening to me whine a lot.

I don't know if this is funny/interesting/edgy reporting, worthy of Deadspin. I just want to point out that this photo was not taken at the game — unless the stadium has hardwood floors and a Christmas tree. So the picture was likely taken by the tipster — not just some person who recognized her off TV and decided to…

Merry Christmas to you.

They're an interesting combination of high and low maintenance. Mine can't sit either. He likes to stand and stare. Definitely likes to lean. I taught mine how to climb stairs in a few hours. Fortunately for you they are pretty fastidious and don't need baths very often.

Hemophiliacs with sensitive everything. I've got blood on the walls from an ear cut. Never been much of an interior decorator — guess I'm going with a blood theme. Yum!

Oh, and the guy I mentioned a few days ago — the guy who said I couldn't date him and have guy friends — proposed to me. Like I said, a riot over here.

Greyhounds don't shed much, unfortunately. I'm leaning toward a blowtorch. My neighbors burned down their house, maybe it could be our neighborhood "thing".