Maybe he’s a tin woodsman. Robots get that a lot. It's sad, really.

Smart fucker. Wish I could retire.

Will he blame that other ‘kowski for going all Blair Walsh on that missed PAT, though? I mean, I would, but I’m also a lousy four flusher.

To the Mayan Riviera! From white sands and warm waters to Cobe, and Chichinitza, and Valledolid on the road in between! To Quintana Roo, and the jungle at sunset! To luminescent coasts at night, and retirement abroad in general. And to all of us, being there again...someday...

Headbutting on the dance floor in Tulum? Take that shit back up to Cancun. Or at least Playa.

I could see it, and boy did he deftly handle it. Either that, or his Oedipus complex matches his brother’s daddy issues in intensity.

But they’re white, and speak English. Don’t they have the first amendment, too? wtf

Spot on.

The doubling down is strong in this one.

Grajuated party cum loudy from the gameday parkin’ lot!

Hubristic Cherman effeciency rears its head yet again, but this time it’s less fahrvergnügen, and more kumverboten (with a dash of Kronenberg for good measure).

“Another wholesome family torn asunder with temptations of fame and fortune!” -liberal Hollywood celebrating the latest victory in its war on goodness

That's the boozhitis kicking in, right on schedule.

You try writing an article while having a stroke. It’s not easy.

Your lips say no, but your eyes say…unh-unh-unh…

Godspeed, good woman; thanks for melting away so much of my dear, departed mother’s tension.

Now very much looking forward to the explosion of Kubb, and it’s attendant intramural beer leagues, in the Archipelago of Coastal Hipsters.

Still better than anything Guy Fieri ever touched.

Good night for punditry with NBA greats