So many to choose from!

As a native Cape Codder, now I'm dying to know where you stayed.

A Malcolm Gladwell favorite from 2009: http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2009/…

My favorite part is the two lead blockers who fail to lay a single hand on a member of the Bills' coverage team.

REMEMBER THE ALAMO.

Well, we still have Joey Lauren Adams.

Who is this "Carrie Brownstein"? I only see Lisa Eversman.

That's nothing. To audition for Aquaman he pushed 45 people off the Santa Monica Pier.

Jay Rayner killed as a judge on Top Chef Masters. Literally. Like, I'm positive some of those chefs haven't been heard from since.

To be fair, if you're going to put anything in your body at 11:30 at night, whether it's shit or not is inconsequential, so you might as well load up whatever it is with garlic salt.

Free-range, fair-trade artisanal bacon? Because if not, GTFO.

We. Can't. Stop.

"What if I told you a group of American soccer players were banished to Southeastern Europe? End of a Revolution: A New England Soccer Story. Coming soon to 30 For 30."

According to this image, lemons should work just as well.

AND IT WAS MAGNIFICENT.

Well, once upon a time we did care about college basketball, like when the Big East meant something. But that was long ago. And UMass no longer has the likes of Camby and Roe.

This should be left blank. No one in New England cares about college football.

Buble is brilliant. Strong contender to join Timberlake as a killer guest for SNL.

When it comes to champagne and meats, they should've stopped at Hamm & Buble.

This is hardly terrifying. Looks warm.