It’s been done.

I play a bar game/conversation starter called “what’s the worst concert you’ve ever been to?” I’m undefeated, at something like 500-0. I saw Barry Manilow live at Poplar Creek. 20,000 women, a couple thousand gay dudes, a few hundred sheepish-looking husbands, and me, trying to convince my girlfriend that I was the…

Currently reading Fat City by Leonard Gardner. Short, about boxing and brilliant. Just re-released

Assuming you’re not snarking, you need a concordance. I used A Gravity’s Rainbow Companion by Steven Weisenburger. You read a chapter in GR, then the corresponding chapter in the Companion, then the chapter in GR again. It took me a month, but it was worth it. I finally understood and finished that monster.

As Jimmy keeps getting better, I’m no longer shocked by something like this happening. The real miracle was a Doug McDermott dunk late in the game.

Never fade a home dome rug.

Also not a Huffy. Everyone lies.

Chicago? How are the old folks at home? “Disgracing the Family Name” by Skafish.

Could you please cover the avalanche of suck that is Blaze and the Monster Machines? They get your kid yelling “Let’s Blaze” every two seconds. I’m pretty sure that this song about “friction” and “getting a grip” is about self-abuse.

Who would have guessed that El Chapo would be an easier interview to get than either of these guys?

Thanks. We’ll use that as the theme for next year’s show.

Attempts to recall a similar instance where a slightly-premature celebration was penalized are escaping us.