I like it. I like it a lot!

On the inevitable NFL pregame show Saturday on Sunday, the Indianapolis center’s homey wisdom and congenial humor will pair nicely with the factual analysis of his partner, Joe Friday.

". . . police attempted to unchain this hooligan from the goal."

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Well, maybe if Penn State had tested for peds 16 times in two years, they wouldn't be in this mess.

Oh, I remember those heady days on the college campus, and frankly, it took me a while to learn the names of my conquests, too. No, not because I'd been charmingly drunk and therefore incapable of episodic memory, or because I’d bagged so many coeds that I couldn't possibly be expected to recollect their names.…

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That's what I was going to say.

Hey, speaking of flip-flopping Harts, Robert Wagner is now saying that Natalie Wood was in fact a witch, despite earlier evidence to the contrary.

Pictured: Cypriot tennis player Marcos Baghdatis hand-washes his 2012 Australian Open sportsmanship trophy.

Did you smoke it, or did you steam it?

Agreed, actually. But I've met some folks in East Texas who do steam* ribs, and they (the ribs, not the folks) are absolutely delicious. For the record, I ain't a strict doctrinaire when it comes to barbecue. I eat what's good, and what people make for me. I'm generous that way.

Famed foil is one thing, but if it's infamous foil you want, look no further than the Reynolds Wrap that Craig James used to steam the ultimately delicious ribs of five dead hookers.

Very Shart Debate:

Speaking of uncashed checks beneath the bleachers, I forgot to meet Lindsay Lohan last night at the scheduled time and place.

Though his commute was definitely green, LeBron did leave a large carbon footprint on the back of John Lucas's head.

If, as the first link suggests, Pat Burrell hook-up stories are full of shit, then I suppose they are classic examples of that old Greek plot device, the deuce ex machina.

Well, if you didn't have a plasma-screen monitor, you do now.

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