Sonoma County by any chance? I was playing Chardonnay Golf Club adjacent to the airport about 5 years ago and could have sworn I saw a Starship that day.

Once again, Rocky suffers punishment due to his association with a right-favoring Creed.

Reveille is not a fan of that wide receiver. She really is only a fan of one wide receiver.

Why did you put an upside down 5 on his jersey?

To be honest, I don't think they brew it anymore. When I went to school there (early '90s), I think Molson's Oktoberfest beer was Molson Canadian with a slightly modified lable. But thinking of Oktoberfest beers got me nostalgic for this (including the dual poke-hole top of the can).

This is all I can think of when it comes to Oktoberfest beers:

Less Kane, more Able.

Yep. I wonder if this is somehow related to the "too lenient" comment which made him look like a fool.

It shouldn't surprise that he can't remember what he wrote in July. At the end of today's column, he can't remember what he wrote at the beginning.

I preferred Antonio Brown's Panenka.

You could also let the National Restaurant Association know that you don't think it's a good idea for them to allow this asshole to remain on their Board of Directors.

Not entirely understanding all the implications, Copper is working the back channels trying to get the Wild to bring in Alpo Suhonen.

This reminds me of my favourite tweet ever. When Orton went full-Romo in the Cowboys game this past season:

Lately, mine has been cedar planked salmon over greens. I'm lucky in that I live in the PNW, so I have plentiful access to good salmon. The only prep required is soaking a cedar plank in advance. Good salmon doesn't require much more than olive oil and lemon (though I've tried garlic, honey, rosemary, dill and…

Apparently, I've never been attacked by an alligator before.

I'm a bit of a planespotter, so the airport is my happy place. A bad experience is a remote gate with no view of active runways/taxiways.

Whose glove is it falling to the ground at the beginning of the GIF?

Being unemployed for the second summer in a row (and living on the West coast), I made sure to wake up early most mornings to watch the Tour, especially the Alps and Pyrenees.

Speaking of unwritten rules, the last stage is largely ceremonial in any case. It's a quirk of the tour that the leader going into Paris is assumed to be the winner.