Absolutely.

In the New Orleans game when Newton slowed downed before a presumptive score, Mauti hit Newton so hard that the hit left a chunk of the polycarbonate shell of Newton’s helmet on the sideline.

In New Mexico, they call that play the Lobo-tomy.

Fortunately, Angels in the Outfield healed the organization’s wounded PR.

I’m still looking, too. I don’t understand why they quit making them.

“Finish the job.” — Michael Vick

And the Happy Mondays.

Not really. It’s because it’s the easy, trolling joke to make that also strikes a nerve.

Yep.

By the look of that kid, though, he could not eat enough pasta. I recommend a slow, steady gorging process combined with assal horizontology.

Four: the over/under on the number of women the average hetero male Star Wars fan will sleep with in his lifetime.

You could get something other than booze, but booze always fits, never clashes with the decor, and always has a place waiting for it.

Nah, the whitest thing is being so white that you have no concept of olive skin tones.

You can’t convince me that Matthew Berry is human.

They all want raises.

It’s too bad NE isn’t playing St. Louis this weekend so Jeff Fisher could troll Brady by having every player wear a jersey with “TRUMP” for the name.

For the playoffs, Peyton will be back in the neck of time.

Yeah, it seems like it’s been on there for two years, but it’s still only the first season (at least the last I checked).

Whether Waits or Louis Armstrong, I get about two bars and then have a coughing fit.