I couldn’t cite chapter and verse, but my ‘he can’t do that’ antennae perked as it happened.

Most impressive I ever saw, I won’t link to because the video coverage was abysmal, but I saw the game live.

New announcer very offputting. Sounded like they just sped up the tape on the old announcer.

Read elsewhere, ie unverified, she head butted an officer.

She should be watching her baby boy play the Flaming Thumbtacks.

Hollywood bean counters don’t do stuff because they hate women. They do things because they love money.

It is fascinating that, as our digital world factions off into parallel worlds, each with their own facts and conclusions, we increasingly see ‘let’s see what the evidence establishes as truth’ with ‘let me think about it and I’ll decide what makes sense to me as the truth.’

All I care about or want to see Monday night

Like any couple on earth rivals Joe Lo Truglio and Beth Dover

The Wolf Dead!!

I’ll say this interview doesn’t radian confidence.

He reminds me for all of the world of the running gag on Earl’s inability to take a picture on My Name is Earl.

Hadn’t seen Chazz in a while.

I swaar I spet wudder all ovah mah KEE-boord!!

That might be the biggest game of the play.

Henry is great, but Rooney’s had a handful off the volley that’ll grab you by the grapes.

“the thought of him shaking his 6th Diet Coke at me as I walked by was just too much.”

Meanwhile at Old Trafford

I sensed that he was playfully directing that query at his brass balls pocket pooch.