In response, Jack Burton, in some pretty sweet 9th row seats, quickly hustled himself and his entourage out of the stadium.

And that's why written exercises on Tuvan throat singing are useless.

Popovich: Hey guys got somethin' to say about my team

Will take slight issue with "he's an entertainer whom many of us watch and hate-watch," I mean it beats the Wen hair care product infomercial but at 400K viewers is behind both Lawrence O'Donnell and Forensic Files and is 25% of America's Homophobic Fratboy Sean Hannity's discipleship.

I learned my lesson re: television entertainment when I yelled "HEY! YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!" at Lester on the Dinah Shore show while leaving Willie Tyler unscathed. In this case Willie Tyler is Jeff Zucker. Not the Airplane! guy.

I think his uncle said he wanted to quit mining but then the Mike Florio of the coal industry said WHAT ABOUT WINDMILL DEATHS

The collective hand-wringing from people with direct conflicts of interest on the issue is both astounding and transparent, and boils down to "players should be able to make their own decisions regarding continuation of their career unless that decision is discontinuation."

"I'm not going to stay silent when.."

Don't ask me how he hacked Lasorda's account, but Chris Elliott's done it again.

"This is on you, Roy, and you'll have to atone."

Reporter: Why are you working out Tebow, coach?

If Damon Wayans ever goes missing, I'm checking this guy's basement first.

As a language-conscious Brit he must have some thoughts on 60 teams making the "second round" without playing a game.

Alls I know is that the city of Pittsburgh better pass out some burnt orange gear, pithy signs and free tickets to the city's destitute because Longhorn fans travel about as well as a anxious Pekingese.

It's hilarious that their the asset "no bad losses" (i.e. beating shitty teams) is touted as that which makes them tournament-ready, when they've beaten precisely one decent team in Baylor— in overtime at home (I think they're 3-13 against the top 50). It's like Judge Smails said, the world needs one-and-done…

Just waiting for the sportiest of all sport-related questions on sports networks just killing time until Earth becomes uninhabitable: "Who is on the Mount Rushmore of tournament snubs?"

As an enormous Longhorn homer, let me take this time to curse the bullshit committee for rewarding sub-.500 conference play and horrible stretch-run decisions, thereby potentially artifically extending Rick Barnes' career of mediocrity.

Worse than that, she's going to have the residual taste of Chloraseptic, stuffed crust pizza, and Jim Boeheim's ass on her mouth for hours.

To be fair they really haven't slipped all that much in the West even with Jack McBrayer at power forward.

Same thing happened at his junior prom; his date was awarded two free dances and an extra corsage.