On a related note, that whole thing about hitting Buffalo women with his car was a big misunderstanding.

Dr. Maury Kotzstein, proctologist to the stars. Received courtside seats as a thank-you for fixing Dwight Howard's rectal-cranial impaction long enough for him to pass his physical for the Rockets.

I don't know what you guys are snarking about. That O-lineman totally stuck the landing.

Or not, since quick-kicks tend to touch off brawls.

You just know Frank Gifford's hit that.

Come on now — no need to insult non-Americans like that.

All snark aside, great goal—I would've gone apeshit too. That being said... I dearly love the YouTube poster's rather, um... exuberant distance inflation:

Those are brilliant goals, but I still say his "overbite" goal celebration is pretty dickish.

So the Knicks are having "Penitentiary Fridays" this season?

I guess you and I quantify fun differently: this post's video is fun for 2 minutes and 43 seconds, while the CPU vs. CPU predecessor is 7 minutes 5 seconds of fun. If 7:05 seems too long, even that's part of the fun — "Fourth quarter now... blimey, this is endless!"

Dylan Thomas's boathoouuuuuuse...!

Whoa, I scooped Deadspin on this by like, nine months! Haven't posted to my blog since, but still.

Ah, nostalgia... back in the day I used to love a frozen Rondo.

I hope they've already got the deal in place to call it ESPN W stadium, because what a waste otherwise.

Seriously, everyone should read Nate Jackson's whole article over at MMQB. He says he has no skills other than football, but the man can write like a mofo.

I was born in the early 70's, and damn if I didn't end up knowing dozens of guys named Brian. Starting with my brother, and extending all the way through college. I mean, seems like half the guys I knew were named Brian, Jason, or Mike. Michael/Mike is of course predominant in this breakdown, and Jason shows up for a…

Amen, brutha! I once wrote something that honored (for one) the fine name D'Brickashaw.

"Steamroller" would be kickass walk-up music for say, Mike Napoli.

Gotta be embarrassing to rip a hole in the crotch of your football pants and have all the world checking out your athletic undergarm— oh, wait a sec...

Wait — 2 guards, 2 forwards, and 3 centers? All at once?