“...it’s unclear how untainted that log will be.”

So, Canadians.

Cheap Trick, the band from Rockford, Ill., in far west suburban Chicago, once sang “Mommy’s all right, Daddy’s all right.” For 82 people in Chicago this weekend, mommy and daddy are no longer all right. And that’s more than a little weird.

Consult the Book of Armaments.

“My friends would think I was a nut...”

Hot poutine is the best poutine.

“I mean, I’m kinda into it.”

“.eeth for draug no dnats eW...”

“Armadillo!!!” is the first thing that comes to my mind.

Nope, it’s the wind.

I’m suffering from a post-pedant condition right now.

I sense that Maya and Peter’s working relationship just got a bit awkward.

Jeez, that Infantino is such a little baby.

My x-girlfriend’s back yard? Wait--was that headline a rhetorical question?

Let’s start with the blueberries. Lots of blueberries. Unsupervised blueberries, consumed in unknown quantities by a 14-month old at breakfast.

“Jeebs.” Let’s just get the handle taken care of now.

Someone needs to throw a pitch at his head.

Came here for Jarts defenders. Leaving satisfied.

To be fair, the ball kind of avisailed on him.

Came here for Hulk Hogan content. Disappointed so far.