My first memories of Rita Moreno were on The Electric Company. She opened every episode with a cry of “Hey, you guys!” And her performances were, well, electric.

Here she is opposite a not-yet-famous Morgan Freeman.

In college, my friend and I once cancelled a class by taping a note to the classroom door a half hour before the class was to start. But we never thought of this tactic.

There should be no “postponement”.  The match should be forfeited to Boca.

Josh is the funny one. MadTV rules.

There is nothing wrong with what this guy said.

Also, defending against losing access is a reasonable thing for someone covering sports (or anything else) to do.

The Simpsons is still in its prime. It has improved in recent years by allowing itself to be influenced by Family Guy, with the result that both of these remarkable shows remain amongst the absolute best things on television.

I did, too. For me Cocoa Krispies came in a strong second after Count Chocula.

I see. I haven’t had Count Chocula in decades. So I will just coast on my memories.

In a Harvard-Yale game, players should not be giving the finger. They should instead be declaiming Shakespeare quotes, to wit: “Away, you starvelling, you elf-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue, bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish!”

He should bring in Martin Starr and reprise the epic Dinesh-Gilfoyle battles.

If Hugh Grant is half as charming and handsome on this new show as he was in the delightful movie Florence Foster Jenkins, then he will be a big hit.

He was absolutely riveting as gay Abe Lincoln.

Count Chocula is the best cereal of all time.

(That’s all I got.)

When I whiff one while playing ping-pong, I tend to claim that my paddle has a hole in it. This guy can say that for real!

You are insane. Getting a call right is the absolute highest priority. And toward that end, video replay has been a great success in all sports.

These guys should have opened their EP with “Downtown”, then gone into some Trini Lopez covers, before closing it with a spirited rendition of “Heartbreaker”.

Liam Neesons.

The first lines of “St. James Infirmary” hurt my heart so much that I just can’t listen to the song.

On an early Saturday Night Live, the band played that song while dressed in drag. It was supposed to be a great sight gag; but I couldn’t appreciate it, because that song is to powerful and too saddening.

Ah, well let’s wait until after Sarri brings us the title this year. Sarri mi piace molto; but José needs to come home eventually.

I sincerely hope that this will happen someday.