Snare. It was awesome!

One thing at a time Doob. I can’t WAIT for the convention.

Tommie Smith and John Carlos fist raise at the 1968 Olympics. I was 5 going on 6.

Yep. It’s the all-time classic against which all others are measured.

It’s the NY Daily News! Their only goal each day is to one-up the Post. They usually fail, because the headline writers at the Post are truly sick and depraved.

Maybe I’m a bad person but I think that headline is brilliant. I LOL’d.

There can be only one: Daniel Snyder.

Ultimate.

Truth be told it only took me five years to get the degree, but I stayed in Isla Vista for a full nine years.

I went to UCSB and can vouch for what you say. If it isn’t the most beautiful campus in the U.S. World then I don’t know where that place is. In addition to the lagoon (as you so rightly point out), the school is basically surrounded by the Pacific Ocean . Some of the dorm rooms have east facing ocean views in which…

Staley Briles needs to work in a paragraph break every now and then or no one’s ever going to read that shit.

Michael Schenker’s work in UFO produced five or six of the most shredding guitar solos of all time. Check him out on their live album “Strangers in the Night.”

Um....no, No, NO.

As one who has to live among Giants fans, let me tell you, they are the worst.

This move is bullshit. Totally over-rated.

Who could EVER forget Nick the Quick?

“The 30-yard-line ain’t a touchdown.”

“You know who pays attention to politics in an election year? EVERYONE. Fucking every last grown person knows what the hell is going on.”

“{spits} Fuck.

Yes, Kevin Harlan. He already does MNF on radio and I’ve often turned the TV down for him just so I don’t have to listen to Tirico and Gruden..

Also worthy of note: Brad Nessler, Kevin Kugler.

Agreed those moments come along infrequently, but I remember hearing ESPN Radio running a radio spot highlighting some of its “championship calls” and Tirico’s (college football titles, some golf championship, whatever else) are just as plain as white bread. His excitement is tepid and manufactured, at best.

Let’s…