He's in his thirties.

This show sounds as if it could have been pretty good, all things considered. Way to kowtow to a "social justice" group from another country when it comes to your television schedule, NBC. I really don't know who's softer in this situation.

He added Missingno as a gag revolving around an "error" uploading Magmar.

There definitely was another "sports" Jeopardy on the air a good 15-20 years ago. I distinctly remember playing as a child at having my ass consummately kicked by the questions that weren't about Griffey or Jordan.

I had Seth divorcing Summer and getting together with Taylor Townsend in my extensive works of fan fiction. Definitely the best fit.

If the first sentence serves as any indication, all 6,000+ lines are going to be duds.

Thanks a lot, AV Club. Leave reporting on these cool little nooks of the internet to the indie rags like EW and HuffPo next time, jerks.

Always struck me as more of a speedball.

Why didn't we dream up a stammering royal?

How many years (obviously enduring a steady decline, though that would certainly have been preferable to the show having a year like this) do you think that American Idol could have bought itself if they threw a few sacks of money at someone like, say, Taylor Swift as opposed to Ms. Minaj?

Maybe it's just me, but watching Arli$$ as a six-year-old both birthed and cemented my lifelong passion for sports. Wuhl was a dick, the humour was funny and quite edgy for a kid that age, and it always had tons of great sports references for me to pick up on.

… I better not be deprived of my right to see 18-year-old Charlotte and Miranda alongside 45-year-old Samantha this fall.

Incidentally, it happens to cost more than my life. Oh well.

Fantastic episode. My favorite thing about it was probably the contrast between Hannibal's reactions to Bella's Jar perfume and Will's Old Spice aftershave; something about an extremely pretentious cannibal just does it for me.

Louisville wins tonight, tomorrow and every game they play until they cut down the nets in Atlanta.

That's a million dollar tagline if I've ever seen one.

The premise sounds way too similar to Conspiracy Theories and Interior Design.

All of the sketches were decent, but the only one that made me laugh was the too-soon trip to Italy.

I didn't absolutely hate watching the first Silent Hill.

J.J. Abrams + Portal = Blue Flare Heaven