I suppose no one (other than perhaps Sherman himself) we’ll be especially surprised ...

Opening Days one of my favorite event’s of the year.

¡Viva la de-evolución!

At that age, I think it’s their *balls* that swing.

“Hm, that didn’t work. What if you roll it like a bowling ball? ... No? ... Now try using your mitt like a lacrosse stick.”

Especially not in duplicate.

You’re thinking of “the three-fifths man.” A Phillie concept originally, I believe.

“*You’re* the one who proposed taking everyone’s guns away, Glenn.”

I could easily picture Hell as an NFL pregame set where you have to eat Papa Johns pizza while John hovers over you, and Brian Billick bloviates in your ear.

If Trump had the attention span to watch “Casablanca”, I can’t decide who he’d rather be: the croupier, or the head Nazi.

Add “law” to the list of subjects where I have no trust in, and give zero shits for, Rovell’s opinion.

[sits down at table with Mark Cuban]

Yes, one of Hugh Hefner’s wives.

Coincidentally, this is also what it will look like after the Russians’ next competitive entry in the U.S. presidential elections.

Just, whatever you do, when you talk to the Atlantans, don’t mention the war.

[Kim Jong Un awkwardly high-fives his Commissar of Infectious Disease Research and Warfare]

Maybe he can follow Rick Ankiel’s example and convert into a center.

+ Avogadro’s number

Save it for your column, Mr. Couch.

Don’t worry. They’ll do what they have to do.