Nice song choice, Billy. Guwop’s lines in that song are some of my favorites from his whole career.

The trick is to score with him and then start chanting, “HOORAY FOR EL SHAAWARY!”

Duff, if that's really you, let's be friends.

As someone with a degree in History, I can attest that fake classes can get you somewhere in life, but only if you give minimal effort until the very last week before your research deadlines.

I watched this goal about a dozen times, and every time I don’t believe there’s any way it’ll go in.

No, thank you. I’ll stick to my Supra Skytops.

I’ll give ya that.

I'm sorry, Kevin. I have selective reading comprehension disabilities.

First off, I’m not sure why I said Patrick wrote the first story.

Not that I disagree with what you and Patrick have both said about the state of the program, but is it really necessary to have two pieces published on the same day detailing how far back the MNT is?

I can agree with that for the most part. I’m all honesty, his production is what gets me coming back every time.

I think Memo is the class of the album.

First Phife, then Cruyff, now Garry Shandling. These last two days can go kick rocks.

You get all the stars.

Call me crazy, but what if... stay with me here... RG3 goes to Cleveland, leads them to the postseason, and then inexplicably shits the bed when President-elect Trump picks the Browns to win Super Bowl XLI.

We can fully expect him to Cruyff turn in his grave.

This is foolish, it works both ways.

The man wearing no socks makes it a dead give away: it was Steve Francis.

“I’m so glad I recorded this.”

So, when Tottenham and Arsenal inevitably bomb out of second and third place and set North London on fire, who’s shoulder can I simultaneously cry and laugh on?