I stopped pretending to love children as a group years ago, now I just pretend to love mine.

Grilling those patties used to stink up the Mickey D's awful and make the hacks want to die.

Michael "Jim" Delligatti? My name is Matt S, so from now on I'd like to be called Matt "Todd" S.

Yeah, I mean, I know she hasn't found true love yet or whatever but she's right at the point in her life where she'd be prone to settling back into an area around close friends and family, rather than sowing wild oats (as wild as her oats could get, that is) and chasing unattainable grade-school dreams.

Dammit, I upstreamed you on this one. Sorry about that, just here to echo your sentiments.

Paris absolutely terrifying Headmaster Charlton, the Chilton students, and Headmaster Charlton again was my favorite part of the episode, and probably the whole revival, now that I think on it.

Ha! It's the worst! I always lost to my brother's Giants; made no difference if it was OJ, Meggett, or the underrated but effective Rodney Hampton.

What about Paul Anka?

Worth pointing out for Frontline fans: it's also available in podcast form (though it isn't the whole catalog) in case you find it easier to digest your unpleasant but compelling news auditorily, like I do.

"For sale: Lamp, never switched on."

I'm going with Luck, just because I'm the only guy who remembers Luck.

What about weed?

That was pretty much where Strong's character ended up on Mad Men!

If he was in "Excellent" condition he could do that.

The Colts are tough. It's difficult to get through a season with Pat Beach as your primary receiving option. Their running backs aren't horrible, though.

The Bears are one of my favorite TSB teams. They're almost unstoppable until Neal Anderson suffers his inevitable season-ending injury.

There's a bit in the "You Don't Know Bo" 30 for 30 documentary where his doctor talks about how one would need near-superhuman strength in order to injure oneself in the manner that Bo Jackson did.

In Tecmo, David Fulcher belongs in that company!

I once won the Super Bowl with the Pats in Tecmo. It's way tougher to beat a competent human player, however.

God I love the Oilers. Warren Moon throws bullets! Lorenzo White flies like the wind! Unfortunately, their defense sucks.