That headline should read “Cardinals Bow Out of Hue Jackson Sweepstakes.”

Then it’s a good thing that the Vikings’ season ends at the exact same time every year as well.

Reginald VelJohnson never gets tired of hearing the late Tony Gwynn tell Rickey Henderson stories.

He will be the most elite quarterback in Birmingham Iron history.

Yes, but on the other hand you wouldn’t need ushers, ticket takers, program sellers, etc. As far as concessions, I’m envisioning a single refrigerator located near the single seat, fully stocked, with an honor jar nearby. Each beer would be $250,000 (less on Thirsty Thursdays).

I look forward to the day when there’s only one seat but a ticket costs one million dollars, like the last Wu Tang Clan album.

His military guy in Kong:Skull Island was just...offbeat. I got a real kick out of him in that role.

Until 5 minutes ago I had never heard of Epic Sax Gorilla. Now I can’t imagine life without him.

There are also Liberty Ford locations in Ceylon, Bowling Green, Newburgh Heights, Grand River, and Orwell.

You’re thinking of Academic Challenge (2 time contestant!)

My kids have played at Spire a couple of times. It’s an absolutely amazing facility, and it’s absolutely in the middle of nowhere. There might be a Wendy’s across the street, and that’s it.

And then Dan Snyder charged the kid $250 to take the ball out of the building.

New Bengals Coach Hue Jackson will hire Marvin Lewis as a special assistant, because time is a flat circle.

I was really hoping for Drew Magary’s “What Did We Get Stuck In Our Necks This Year?”

YEAH OTHER JEETS

I’m picturing Drew typing out this tweet in Morse Code by tapping his head on a pillow like the war veteran in Johnny Got His Gun (and Metallica’s “One” video).

Geez, do you people ever watch movies to be entertained?  You can debate the merits of summer blockbusters, popcorn movies, and superhero fatigue all you want, but for movies like Black Panther and Infinity War (and maybe MI: Fallout) to not even get a sniff is just flat-out elitism.

Holy shit, the Browns are gonna make it. It’s in the bag.

That’s a damn fine painting Terry Crews.

Sincerity doesn’t have to equal hokiness, and this movie understands the difference perfectly. Cap does the hard things knowing exactly what they might cost, and Chris Evans shows that in every scene. This movie turns me into a pile of goo every time I see it, and I’m not afraid to admit it.