(person with thick French accent, eating the pizza): “How can you not season this?”
Papa John et al: Because we WANT to own it, Frenchy!

It would, finally, be appropriate for him to scream one of his favorites from that time-- “UH-OH, MAGETTE-O!!”

Versigh...

You’re just scared to listen to a SPORTS DEBATE!

Brad Stevens should have sauntered over and said, “That’s what the end of the Dolphins game looked like to me.”

And when the LA Galaxy beat the New England Revolution, the revenge on Boston for the last four months will be utterly devastating.

Isos for Algernon.

His shooting motion is still too jerky and unconvincing to fit in with the Hall of Presidents automata.

“Surely these trades have exhausted both the trade kitchen, the trade larder, and the trade root cellar, which now must be closed for restocking. To this I raise the scepter, bang it ominously on the floor, and say, in an extremely cool voice:”

I hate to tell you, but Jesus had a brother James. And at the peak of his career on earth, so to speak, Jesus had traumatically good hang time.

I know some people are depressed by this picture but I think he’s lost weight. And really, how great would it be to see the reunion of Gnarls Barkley?

Encouraging a Ball into producing for Suns sounds like his chief business approach and reproductive aid.

They put LA in a trash can because Belicheckett had his rushers go hamm, Gilmore covered Cooks like a clov, and that was the endgame.

And Whitworth was just waiting to die.

I just mentally project a big green bar across the top of the page.

Check out Ray Ratto manhandling Drew Magary’s glory-boy “FACKIN’”-fest with some old school, Roy Blount Jr. power sweeps of acid prose.

And you didn’t even mention the Roger Goodell Atlanta/Eyes on the Prize PR runaround that’s meant to outflank Kaepernick.

Totally inappropriate. They lost that Super Bowl. 

...said Virgil to Homer. 

Ulises: “Shut up, man!”
Cressy: “Who is that?”
Ulises: “Nobody!”
Cressy: “Hey, who broke the Cyclops!”