Oof. I heard the upstroke guitar and carnival horns and stopped the song after 5 seconds. Admitting that was unfair, I listened for another 30 seconds before the song stopped and my browser inexplicably crashed. Thank you, internet gods.

I almost never let them stack up. My post-work routine is pretty consistent: Walk inside; remove shoes and pants; feed dog; speed-watch Jeopardy while eating yogurt; see where the night takes me.

Jeopardy was made for DVR. It's like 12 minutes long without the intro, commercials, and interviews. If I don't need time to think about the Final Jeopardy clue, I skip past the orchestral music too. Bring back the synth!

I got kind of a Topper vibe.

I don't have any illusions about how unrealistic the House of Cards plotlines develop. Perhaps the sentiment that most politicians are disingenuous is one that goes without saying.

Ugh. I'd almost tolerate the racist name-calling if I could get one of those little bastards to finish a game of Madden without pulling the plug after I kick a field goal and make it 3-0 in the first quarter.

Nah. I actually found it refreshing that Spacey's character is a Democrat, but still portrayed as a total asshole beholden to his ego and corporate interests before any sense of civic responsibility. You know, like real politicians. And that union arc ends pretty quickly, if I remember correctly.

I approached that hawk at a Seton Hall game with the same fascination as you. He confessed through the mask to being completely miserable, having flapped through three overtimes the previous night.

FunFunFun? I'll see ya there.

Small point of clarfication….. The second kid in the Judas Priest case didn't successfully commit suicide. He did shoot himself in the head with a shotgun, but he somehow managed to survive, completely disfigured. A swell documentary called Dream Deceivers chronicles the court case. Pair it with Heavy Metal Parking…

I'm sure you'd kick an ass or two.

Your mentioning Hodges made me think of Ralph Kiner in the broadcast booth working Mets games on Channel 9 with a not-yet-insufferable Tim McCarver. Did Kiner have some kinda next-level man-crush on Hodges, or is my imagination running away with me?

@avclub-93e06678bf43969ed7f3b3377605aa8c:disqus Yeah, I assumed they went with that word because of the hair and the windup more than the actual pitching.
@avclub-eee6e49e09ab1c283e2d7689d45a7b4b:disqus I think nailed it with the "natural talent" comment. To me, the implication is that, say Carlos Beltran or David…

@avclub-97b2d5e5f92c333976018236d76658d9:disqus 60, actually. Lost all faith in the pastime after The Shot.

YES! Gritty = white. Also "hard-nosed." Black players, on the other hand, are often "beasts," or "freaks." What I'm saying is that sportscasters are racists and that Tim McCarver should also have that reverse poop thing happen to him.

You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do ya Saxy-Boy?

It was pretty fitting that she was the recipient of the world's most backhanded compliment. Was too caught up in laughter to notice her reaction.

I stand corrected. Shirley will out-cook and then kickbox the shit of the competition. Actually, I think I'm pulling for the blonde lady with the pessimistic attitude. Beardo is a pretty cool customer too. Still too many people for the names to stick.

And she won the planking contest!

Only time I've seen this show was in a hospital waiting room. So unsettling.