Video cut off right before the obligatory "LOOK AT ME!! LOOK AT ME!!" dance ...

Sorry - not sure I know which "winner" you're talking about ... once we're talking about coaches who have left multiple programs under suspicion/investigation, and/or who have been implicated in arranging abortions for mistresses/players and in overseeing programs who lined up escorts for recruits, I tend to quit…

I know, I know—Calipari’s not exactly clean—but this douchebag seems wholly ignorant of the stink of his own shit.

De'Ante and Armonty? A cheap chianti?

I've no practical experience with things up my ass, so maybe I'm overlooking the obvious ... but if you've somehow managed to shove a chair leg up there, why can't you exert a little elbow grease and yank it back out?

Woodson, eh?

Barry also paid some of his own money (and probably some of Bret’s, though I’m not certain about that) to keep photos of a shirtless Bielema, face-down and passed out on the floor of State Street Brats, private.

Got to give it up for the CBJ, though. Picked to contend for the Metro title - and even as a dark horse East champ by a few - they're having the most Blue Jacketsiest of seasons imaginable.

So you're the typical Penguins fan, eh?

Isn't that Al Dente in goal for Bologna?

So ... Maccarone put it pasta goalie?

‘Populism for Dummies’, written by Frank Luntz ...

I was struck once again Saturday night, when watching the Dem debate, between the tone of the two parties. Granted, by sheer volume of candidates, the GOP bunch must make more of an effort to stand out from the crowd. But when Rand Paul appears to be the most responsible adult on stage, you've got issues.

I've always felt like I was the only person on earth who never got the whole Springsteen "thing". Never liked his songs, which all seem to sound the same.

Couldn't tell you. I gave up on watching the NFL years ago, when EVERY play seemingly ended in some vainglorious celebration of "ME! ME! ME!".

I know this goes against the Deadspin grain, but it's a slippery slope between "jump-and-bump" celebrations and some of this choreographed shit - like the dickhead who hid the sharpie in the goalpost padding.

That's what it's really all aboot eh, Gord?

Seriously - the woman's hands/wrists look like pterodactyl talons ...

Speaking of Marfan ... Ann Coulter, You heard it here, first.

Little-known fact: P.K.'s PK is short for 'Poutine Kabob'.