You left out Fridays and The Ben Stiller Show. Minus 2 marks. 

“He’ll never respect you unless you try to destroy him” or something like that as Ro said to Ken last season. The “hint of a smile” at the end says it all. As someone recently said of a certain tangerine nightmare, “he doesn’t want to win the argument. He wants to *have* the argument.”

War my ass as an excuse for Altman’s hatred of women. “Hey gang, let’s strip a woman nude and have all the men pull up a chair and enjoy it.” Why not just film the ancient “art” of bukkake on Margaret? Why not JUST GANG RAPE HER? This movie is a disgrace. Burn in hell, Altman.

Let’s be honest.
The use of Margaret’s exposure as a means of humiliation is rape. Yeah, that’s right, I said it, deal with it.
Using sex to punish a woman is rape. It’s not funny, it’s not cute, and it’s not “commentary.” I was born in 1967 and I almost vomited the first time I sat down to watch this film after that…

Draft, ranked, from lowest to highest.
4. Allison. What the hell, Allison? You have two huge bigly choices (Burrito and the General, I love my generals, I have all the strong foods on my side) and then you just went sensationally weird with soup (which most people who don’t live in awesome urban locales get from a can…

I can’t think of a player other than Mac (I’m 51) who so openly wore his emotions on his face and showed us just how much he cared about trying. Not winning, but trying to be the best he could. A friend and I would always say, “He could win it unless ‘Bad Andy’ shows up.” Meaning, that dark emotional side that…

Just as Tommy Boy needed a little wind here, I think you, Lauren, need a little help. And let me say, I really enjoy your work.

1. Violet. I’d watch a movie called “Gloria Graeme eats oatmeal for an hour.”
2. Nick. Portrayed by Sheldon Leonard. But better than that, he serves hard drinks. My kinda guy.
3. Mr. Gower.…

It was the greatest, strangest, most ingenious thing I have ever seen. It’s as though Werner Herzog spent a week watching game footage with Hal Mumme and was told “turn what you know about SEC football into a film.” More. Yes. I always want more. “My Dinner with Finebaum.” “Last Tango in Tuscaloosa.” “Twin Peaks: Fire…

He loves the Lord. Ya know, I love Jesus too, but I wouldn’t help him move.

“Richt violates NCAA recruiting rules by holding altar calls for young men to join First Smug Self-Righteous Church of Coral Gables.” That’s the only scandal of which he’s guilty. He did it for years at UGA. He’d conveniently arrange a “ministry visit” to a recruit’s church to speak about his “faith” and how “God gave…

It must be more difficult than Rev. Richt thought it would be to recruit fine young men who love the Lord at “The Ewe.”

Yes, I’m an FSU alumnus. Sue me.

2 drinks over the course of a six to eight hour layover? Pfft. I’m a “one drink an hour” guy, and I never, ever over-indulge. I sip as I read (how civilised!) and keep to myself. Punishing ME for some other person’s idiocy makes no sense. Stay away from my sipping, nanny state!

This reminds me of the greatest Onion headline ever: “Wilford Brimley Shot in Chest; Only Pisses Him Off More”

The demise of the “ploughman’s lunch” cannot be far behind. The First Lord of the Admiralty must be spinning in his grave. “Never before in the field of condiments...”

In the early 2000s I interviewed for a job at Schwann foods in Marshall, MN. After seeing Marshall, I completely submarined the interview because, by god, I’d never seen anything more depressing. BUT, in the home office, there was a large replica of von Richtoffen’s plane hanging from the ceiling.

In any case, the Red…

In Gwen we trust. Gwen knows. Gwen is right. Kate and Kevin scare me now, and I love both of them. But there is an orthodoxy to a home-made chocolate chip cookie, and Gwen understands it. Amen.

Didn’t Maryland play a role in our new SCOTUS “justice” and his LOVE of beer? The timing of this kind of, uh, sucks.

In 1985 I was a freshman at FSU. One of my best friends took a job as a DJ at a low-power AM “music of your life” station that had an audience with an average age of 85. He was so embarrassed that rather than use his real name, he called himself “Ryan Grant.” That’s how shitty Ryan Grant is.

DENNIS REYNOLDS LIVES!

Arsenal will be happy to rent Ashburton Grove to the swamp people.

No, we won’t. (Forever in our shadow. You won the league in black and white, etc.)