I did almost the exact same thing. Bit into a scalding kielbasa at a bar with a group of old friends . . . and one lone new girl. Due to her presence, I toughed it out and burned the roof of my mouth so badly I could barely eat for weeks, and even ended up on antibiotics. If I had it to do over again, the new girl…

I think BYU was in a much better position to call the shots with the WAC and MWC. For the Big 12 to happen, one of the parties would have to bend to the other’s will, and it just seems unlikely it would be the conference in this case. I do agree with all your points about BYU being the best candidate though.

Wouldn’t BYU almost have to be football-only, due to their “never on Sunday” policy? Even then, what if they had to bow out of a bowl game because of it?

It’s possible to cry, it’s possible to not cry. It’s almost like sports fans comprise a wide variety of people who react to wins and losses in different ways.

LeBron slapped the ball just before it hit the backboard. Thus, 0% goaltending.

Yep, he’s an asshole. And a punk. But you’re just as much an asshole for using “leverage” as a verb outside of a business meeting.

“Besides the point?” Ugh.

That’s exactly how I read it. I’m sure it’s supposed to sound more like “sea ports” though. I see that other places (Wikipedia, for one) use a capitol S (eSports) which is weird enough, but maybe better?

Internet Misinterprets Something, Gets Knickers In A Bunch.

That’s exactly what I saw. And in answer to the question of how you can take a blindside block to the face: in any other case, it’s called an illegal block in the back, no?

Tom Petty is not pissed! Nobody on that stage, nor the universe, is pissed at Prince in that moment. Maybe some fellow musicians can weigh in, but to me it’s standard stage communication going on: toward the end, Prince nods at Petty to tell him he’s done. Petty, who’s responsible for ending the tune, shakes his head…

I agree, and have argued the same for years . . . but it’s one of those arguments I don’t understand why we’re compelled to have. To me it’s like “Wilco or Son Volt?” Um, both? And sometimes Uncle Tupelo?