Well, that’s sticking to ... sports ...

That is some nasty shit, there.

I’m marking this post for posterity.

Joe Ross did not just step off a high school diamond.

I fully understand the impracticality of the bong when you become Family Guy. I’ve lived that. But damn, I doubt it was ever easier for me to get really stoned than with the 18-inch clear glass bong we had in our college apartment.

They ended their season one week too late for me to find a Cardinal Ritter jersey on the black market and play some foosball.

I don’t believe you were advocating for a middle ground when you began this discussion.

I truly get everything you’re saying. I’ve just begun to wonder if going around pissed all the time about the political choices this nation has made is going to have two main effects: Your blood pressure and your fuse.

I’ve got to admit, I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth the anger.

You’re just all kinds of virtue signaler, aren’t you.

In a perfect world, a field goal and a rouge on each side.

Hader last night was 2012 Drew Storen.

You all remember Drew Storen, don’tcha, D.C.?

I mean, somebody had to.

It’s interesting that not one of the 38% idiot faction has dared to defend him in the comments. They’re normally so loud.

Analyzing a college football player’s blown pass coverage? I see it.

Picking apart their online apology for a late hit? A little cheap.

A heapin’ helpin’ of shrimp and grits, consumed on the balcony at The Court of Two Sisters as we looked down on Royal Street, was one of the sublime moments of my existence.

LOL.

Did you call him Christ Mortensen because it was Sunday?

I’m just curious what the tone of your story would be if he had ... done something bad.

It’s not brain science. You put off the showdown with the in-laws until either you have to say something, or they’re so close to you that you need to set boundaries.

Otherwise, sit tight and let your wife set the parameters. Not doing so can lead to bigger problems inside your own house.

If the route down Interstate 81 South from south-central Pennsylvania isn’t the ultimate in blowing through states in a hurry, it’s close.

Pennsylvania to Maryland. BOOM.

Maryland to West Virginia. ZING.

West Virginia to Virginia. ZAP.

(Yes. I’m Batman.)

You have a dealing problem.