I cannot look at a picture of pinkeye monster Bob Costas without my own eyes watering to the point of tears. It’s been years, and it still is painful to look at.

And then he hands them to Putin.

I think Trump’s more of a Johnnie Walker Odyssey and cream soda kind of guy.

Bob Costas says football “destroys people’s brains,” and that “the cracks in the foundation [of the sport] are there.” He probably would not have said this during the 11 seasons he emceed Sunday Night Football, ending last year. [USA Today]

“Let me think it over will ya, Charlie? I got another guy on the line about some white walls.”

Let me get back to you, will ya, Cashman? I got a guy on the other line asking about some white walls.

Or maybe this guy?

Ah, the old edit-it-on-the-sly-and-ruin-a-joke trick, eh?

He’s gonna have a son with his next wife, name him after Steve Bannon, and marry him off as a tween? I can see it.

Not to trigger all the Blue Lives Matter assholes out there, but there is no reason for him to hit her like that. Act like you’re the one, you know, in charge.

I don’t know what I was expecting to happen... but it wasn’t that.

I don’t know - I’ve smelled some pretty foul hockey gloves.

Seriously! It’s like the designer wanted an even Bigger catcher’s mitt!

The only rational response is to continue sending Neshek increasingly irrelevant and uninteresting things to sign, so we can find his breaking point.

Still gave it a star for finding one of the few high points of the Oceans series post-11.

I’m gonna be that guy: it’s Chuck Berry, not James Brown.