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Big deal. The Kentucky starting five made $200 from the time they woke up Monday morning, looked at clock, laughed at the thought of going to class and then went back asleep.

Meh, I'm a 41-year-old codger. "Normal" women have never been interested in me because of my off-putting looks—I'm a naturally effeminate-looking male—granted, it doesn't help that I enabled it in the days when I'd "go Bowie" by going out looking like the "Thin White Duke" era Bowie (hair slicked back, eyeliner,

"I wish I could talk in Technicolor"

Channeling Darren Rovell...

Yep, no mention of Shavar Ross in Part V. Don't let your abject racism and blood-curdling bigotry get in the way of mentioning that Dudley from Diff'rent Strokes was our precocious hero of this fine installment.

I think fucking bitches, specifically a Southwest Moldavan hairless ridgeback bluenose terrier, is one of the rites of passage for joining this fraternity.

If you're a hetero guy, find a workout class with as many hawt, fetching girls as possible.

I was 6-years old when I started ardently, ARDENTLY!, following the Hawks. This was 1979 and I would catch the games on the old WTCG (which became WTBS). The games were called by that lovable crank, Skip Carey (RIP). I would watch these games in my mom's bedroom because my older sisters had dominion over the TV in the

That face—so punchable. I feel sorry for Jackie Rogers, Jr because Scott Walker looks like a melanized version of him.

Manischeshitz!

Wow! At the 1:30 mark, I see that even then, they had planes pulling banners. I couldn't quite make out what it was saying, but after zooming in, this is what it read:

You must be at least "this" tall to get on the ride.

Coach Harbaugh is a specimen of extraordinary magnitude!