While I rot in hell for eternity, in my left ear, I’ll be forced to hear Jim Nantz call NE games. In my right, will be Musburger calling a Texas game.

Bostonitis.

He’s like a kid on Christmas who has just realized that the giant package he saved for last is full of dog shit and medical waste.

Post-game retraction: That may have been the best MNF game of the year.

Maybe you can help. I used to watch a video show with world music about 10 years ago. There was a west African song, and in the video, there were scenes of domestic violence cut in between a man cutting trees with an axe.

F- yeah.

Will Manziel show up drunk enough to puke on the sidelines?

This is San Diego at Jacksonville. I’m sure all 27 people watching this game won’t hold it against Bortles.

I got two words for you — or anyone else — to throw at any moron who’s happy about Richt being gone: Phillip Fulmer.

This:

This whole thing is as frustrating and confusing as watching Les Miles run a two-minute drill.

Proposal for a new word:

Saunders was doing an homage to Les Miles. It seems hopelessly butchered, nonsensical, counterintuitive, and, really, kind of stupid, but you’ll realize it was completely intentional once you read this key:

(It was a cool play, though.)

“a Cowboys fan”?

If you really want to get through Ulysses, the plodding, “reading Ulysses, The Odyssey, and The New Bloomsday Book simultaneously” strategy is the way to go. And, of course, you need a great dictionary.

You are right. Old habits and such.

My favorite thing about Finnegan’s Wake is the possible MLA in-text citation to quote directly the circularity of the novel:

a football genius in the body of a gremlin enveloped in the paranoia of Richard Nixon’s ghost