Sean, just call them by their last names, or create nicknames based on their appearance. Instead of Bob #4, Hitlerstache Bob. Easy!

My favorite current athletes not on my teams:

Max Scherzer on his night: “MY NAME IS MAX. MY WORLD IS FIRE AND BLOOD.”

Nice beatdown of the Browns, but I was often distracted by Jimmy Garoppolo’s very Tom Brady-esque cadence.

That’s pretty much how all his homemade Twitter videos go.

If I had to guess, maybe someone in the FO told Jay to keep Haskins on the sideline. Even if he turns out to be good, there’s no point in playing in a lame duck game, especially with a line that could kill him at worst and be a primary factor in him throwing more picks at best.

Gruden: Why so early, boss?

I just assumed Dan Snyder never slept, and so didn’t see any problem summoning Jay Gruden at 5am. Rich people are weird.

Busta Rhymes, Against All Odds (featuring Flipmode Squad)

GOLF!!!

I loved his follow up to this too

Apropos of this, I will be tucking into Mexican food and tuning into Smackdown on FOX tonight, for the first time since high school when it would air before Star Trek: Voyager.

I would also accept DAZZLING THE STAGE: GALACTIC PRETTY BOY COOPER KUPP!

I walk through mindfields so watch your head rock.

“They were filthy sports bloggers. Sold you off for drinking money. They’re dead in a pauper’s grave in Glenview. You come from nothing. You’re nothing...but not to me. Join The Ringer!”—Kylo Simmons 

I don’t care if the Jets put Columbo behind center; the Eagles will no doubt find a way to play down to them, resulting in an excruciatingly close and sloppy game.

Ray Ratto’s kid’s real name is, naturally, Raychyl.

Strange; when I was last in Williamsburg, everyone looked like they were straight out of Colonial times...

Pixy Stix!

That promotional photo, which I’ve seen frikkin’ everywhere, tells me all I need to know about this film. If I were to watch it, I wouldn’t see the Joker, I’d see Joaquin Phoenix AAAAAAAHHHHCCCCTTTTIIIINNNNGGG.