I’m on my way out for the day.

Ah, we don’t like our Ivy League/Manning based puns, huh?

Petulant, self-important, and full of demands?

It’s the rear derailleur cable, which, I’m guessing, likely broke at the shifter on the handlebars and then fell into the chain ring.

How many Pol—

There’s a prison Pujols joke in here somewhere.

So, did he act alone or did the Cards buy him off to take the fall?

It is. But yellow squash, though? Zucchini is where it’s at. Even the name is Italian.

Just what I was thinking. The Cleveland Browns are already the Cleveland Browniest.

Exactly. If it weren’t for Heinz, you’d be eating your pommes frites with mayonnaise like some filthy Belgian.

The kid’s a Pittsburgh fan, who probably at least has parents or grandparents from Pittsburgh.

I can smell what you’re cookin’.

Don’t worry, Rog. If Wahlberg puts his good vibrations into Ballers like he did Boardwalk Empire, he’ll make it virtually unwatchable by the middle of the second season.

I’d love it if he threw in a Pulp Fiction reference here or there.

Since, other than horsey sauce, the best part of Arby’s is the voiceover on their commercials, I now want Ving Rhames to call all Broncos games.

Miller’s also guaranteed to play 40 minutes a game because of the dumpster fire of an offense...

There’s that old saw about never seeing how sausage is made.

Another poor play call, another bad read, and another incompletion.

^^^ This guy gets it. Solid kinja, mate.

Poor little hobbit hasn’t had any steady work since Wilfred ended. It’s hard to see him like this.