Without it, we would not have this, which I will just leave here:

Gotta love a hound’s ability to crash.

The Durham Bulls have Bark at the Park 3 times a season, but we never get to take them on the field. For the first time, UNC baseball had a doggie night. My idiots had fun and amused people with their “double decker” routine:

And, for me, the Park Ave stretch—Jine’s, Hogan’s Hideaway, Nathan’s... oh, man, Nathan’s cheese bread and soup was my go-to meal for so long. Great, now I’m starving AND nostalgic! ;-)

RIT grad here... God, I miss Wegman’s. And Abbott’s. And, yes, Nick Tahou’s.

Wait. Drew has seen his own butthole. Is this a normal thing? I’ve never seen my butthole. Now I’m worried that everyone has seen his or her butthole and I’m some kind of freak.

Yeah, right there with you...

Yeah, I’m in the Triangle. Drive 1 mile outside the limits of any of the cities, and you’re in batshit right-wing country.

Yep, fellow NC person here. I’m glad the NCAA (along with several other states/orgs) is following through on the threats to take events (and therefore money) away.

“The guy is drunk! But there he goes!” This is classic. I am picturing Homer Simpson as the Idiot, and it’s perfect.

Let’s go with “Bungalized.” Any way you put it, it’s basically shorthand for “devoid of any post-season hope, regardless of present success.” It’s kind of like nihilism, without the dogma.

Yeah, it's called being Bengalized, and there doesn't seem to be a cure...

Yep. At this point I am kind of hoping for a season so horrible that Mike Brown has to fire Marvin. Of course, now that we’ve won one, that ship has sailed.

Awwwww, Rudi Johnson. I remember him. And TJ Houshmandzadeh, the first player whose jersey I ever bought.

“... Where everything tastes funny!”

+1 from this Durham girl

Yeah, as much as I hate to sound like a sneering hipster, I was disappointed by this track. Doesn’t touch the raw awesomeness of their earlier stuff.

You bastard.

Apropos of nothing: Dr. Maroon sounds like a “Clue” character left on the cutting room floor.

As you may have guessed from my name, I am a self-hating Bengals fan. This year is different though—up until now, I’ve always had a little hope going into the playoffs. Fuck that noise. It’s all pessimism this year. I don’t give a fuck if they go 16-0 (ha), they will still manage the Bungle their first playoff game.