You wake up on a park bench in Buffalo.

Oh sure... But when I take off my pants in the stadium I end up in detox, nearly every time.

I’m really curious. Cho set herself up as someone the media would continually turn to about this issue. Why wouldn’t someone else turn to them for their opinion? Tilda was asking what the issue was and got a response, Cho said she should be more aware and Tilda said great, I am also giving voice to Asians.

No one said it was her job. Tilda asked if it was ok, very politely. Cho accepted. You can’t just absolve her of the words she said after that because she shouldn’t have accepted in the first place. How would you suggest Tilda gain knowledge on the subject?

I think Cho comes off looking worse in this than Tilda. Though my first thought was why on earth would she seek out the opinion of Margaret Cho in the first place? It seems like just such a bizarre out of nowhere email to send to someone. I mean maybe there is some more backstory here that we aren’t getting, but that…

“Hannah Storm is off today.”

What do you expect from a guy who spends the campaign terra razing everyone?

A man or woman with a certain Pedigree, will appreciate this joke.

This is so amazing. The Jeff Fisheriest thing that could ever happen...

Lamar Jackson might want to REALLY consider staying in school and not entering the NFL draft this year.

Deflated balls? Bad blood? That’s just part of being married folks!

Mara vs Rooney 2: Deflategate Boogaloo

I’m not sure there’s anything that could happen in sports that I would find more unsettling than the Browns being a consistently good team. It would be like if every compass on Earth suddenly began to point southwest. I’m not normally supportive of the narrative that being a loyal fan of Bad Team X demonstrates…

Just sayin’.

You missed the best reason: A win would have the Browns end at 1-15, tied with SF...and screw the Browns out of the #1 overall pick due to strength of schedule.

You act like this kind of thing is unusual:

Don’t despair Falcons fans. When the football gods close a door, they open a multimillion dollar anus-window.

“... and when I hung up the phone it occurred to me, my boy was just like me yeah, my boy was just like me...