I love this kind of behind-the-scenes stuff. As an NBA fan, it's pretty thrilling to see something in red besides the entire Eastern Conference.

"Transferred to IU. Having a blast as always!"

"Who cares?! She's HOT!!!"

Parents split up when I was 10. Apart from all the crushing insecurity that comes from moving between houses, years of damage done by listening to snide comments from each parent about the other, and the creeping abandonment issues that are revealing themselves later in life, the doubling down on Christmas was pretty…

The only thing worse than managing your kid's expectations vs reality, is being divorced and trying to coordinate your kid's insane Xmas list with your ex. (Not to mention basically 4 sets of grandparents now that we're both in other long-term relationships).

Who cares how the football players feel about playing them? I'm the poor sucker who has been watching them.

kali-maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Mike Tirico's Inner Monologue: "What is he— can it be? Yes! He is reaching for my manly chest! All the days, the years I've longed for this, and finally my fantasies have come to fruition! Sure, to some, it may seem like a mere playful grope, but I know better. When you work alongside a man for so long, you can sense…

Can you imagine the backlash if this had happened during the ref lockout last year?

Boy, their faces must really be red today. Wait, what are we allowed to say again?

Can you imagine the backlash if this had happened to an actual football team?

Two men enter....

"YOUR KILLING ME @Foster_43"

Urban legend has it that they are so stupid, they can drown in a rain storm by looking up. Same with turkeys.

How do you celebrate Thanksgiving on an RV?

Wow. I ended up feeling incredibly bad for almost every single party in this story. The faculty, the advisors, the players, damn near everyone. Well, except for the coaches and NCAA. Per usual.

Still?

Maybe it was a makeup call for the last time the Patriots were driving for a game winning score and the refs decided to swallow the whistle.

That's what happens when you disrespect the coach of the Leake Fightin' Bath Salts.

The guy's name is Wolverton. It was bound to happen some time.