To be fair to Gruden, “real boy surgery” costs a lot.

Good to see the Buttafuocos made peace with Amy Fisher, though.

WAKE UP BLEU CHEEPLE

“The League” Season 2 Ep: 4

Buffalo Wild Wings’ hot sauce can’t melt steel beams

Sure, you’ll do the typical rounds of a tourist and invariably something will disappoint you or offend your singular sensibility, prompting another screed of stale snark like this one. Has it not ever occurred to you, not even once, that we know how much you all loathe “Who Dat?” and that’s why we do it? We are aware…

At least people actually go to see Brewers games.

“Man, things were way better in this country back in 1738.”

I thought 1738 was the number of at bats Omar Infante has had since he last walked.

Ed Helms and Steve Carell seem to be fighting a two man contest for the most likable person to make terrible movies.

It warrants mentioning that Aaron Rodgers also threw for 6 TDs in one half against the Bears in the saddest game I have ever seen.

He won $1 million in a slot machine and sent the money back to support people in the Sudan. I saw him late in life walking with a cane and hanging out with Dikembe Mutombo, who was paying for his treatments. I shook Manute’s hand and said, “Of all the people hear, you are the genuine hero.” He and Dikembe thanked me.…

The man gave away nearly every dime he earned to support communities in the Sudan. He also ran a basketball camp, a camp that produced Luol Deng. He was a damn fine human being.

This is someone to root for, as Manute was one of the nicest men in the NBA and a classy guy.

Tom Servo: “Then I ram my ovipositor down your throat, and lay my eggs in your chest! But I’m *not* an alien!”

Both are just being Bad Boys. I would think that this has created a Hitch in their personal relationship. It’s a shame really, as both should be free in their Pursuit of Happiness. Instead, they have chosen to square off against each other in the center of twitter town as if this were the Wild Wild West. This feud…

Such a dad thing for Smith to say. Parents just don't understand.

This is exactly how you end up living with your auntie and uncle in a town called Bel Air.

I am rich. I spend my weekends in my luxury box (ice fishing shed) observing the greatest athletic events (drunk Uncle Ralph unsuccessfully ice fishing) while sampling the finest cheeses (eating Kraft singles). That’s why I drink the champagne of beers.

It is. Now go clean your fucking room.