"Drive" used a less elaborate, but no less effective or shocking, way to explode a human head: drill Christina Hendricks with a shotgun at close range.

So far this season: Philadelphia, Green Bay, New England, San Diego, New Orleans, Arizona.

It's reached that point in the season where none of the matchups available in my eliminator pool are standing out to me. The best formula is to pick a good home team against a bad road team, and Giants-Cowboys would seem to be the obvious choice, but my gut is screaming it's a trap game.

Oh, yeah. That episode was much more compelling than I thought it would be, even if it ultimately feels like a bonus feature for the 25th-anniversary release of "Goodfellas" on Blu-Ray.

The Kansas City Chiefs haven't drafted a quarterback who has won a game for them in 31 years. That's an incomprehensible feat.

The nickname is not meant to be used endearingly.

Have unruly fans started to call him Bilgewater yet?

Having a Romanian named Nicolae taking over the world is like having a German named Adolf taking over the world. The mere fact that someone would name their child that in the present day is a sign of the apocalypse in itself.

And yet, I've never met anyone named "McLovin."

This is COMPLETE false advertising on the part of this RUBBISH website, promising a feature of one of the world's finest example of middle-class rage, and instead presenting some WANKER who happens to share the SAME NAME as him!

Larry Mullen looks like a dad desperately trying to prove to his kids he's cool in the top photo, with the dead "this isn't working, what have I done?" look in his eyes.

I would love to run the PA system at a minor league baseball stadium, and then play the worst songs I could think of when players of the opposing team come to bat.

All of these game shows look better than the trainwreck that was "Merv Griffin's Crosswords."

The best (worse) Mike Patrick moment came after ESPN demoted him back to the college beat.

She was so far out of my league that I never made an assessment, so yes.

There was a popular girl at my high school who wore a Zwan t-shirt every other day in the fall of 2003.

The song "Summer Special," by my obscure and inexplicably favorite band that ever vanished off the face of the earth, Land of Talk, includes this lyric:

HYPOTHESIS: Jake Johnson is now up for a lot of the roles we thought Charlie Day would get when "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" hit its apex. There isn't enough room in Hollywood for both of them.

On the other side of the Atlantic, Dolly Parton performed a show-stealing set at Glastonbury; in this country, we're treated to a bill chock-full of guys who have resorted to wearing a baseball cap to hide their bald spot.

It's both, with a nasty habit of the singers referring to every female in their songs as "girl," often commanding her to fetch him a beer.