Yup. This past summer I attended my first and also last rodeo. It was very difficult to understand how anyone could derive pleasure from any of it.

If we can verb nouns, we can noun adjectives, damn it!

Weeps quietly.

My understanding — as a lifelong R-words fan, mind you — is that the team’s front office bestowed that nickname on itself back in the ‘70s. If that’s true, it was not “received,” it was a marketing ploy that, unfortunately for the rest of us, worked really well.

“Now what if we had — and stay with me here — a lady Crypt Keeper?!?”

Also, this was 25+ years ago now, so I’m sure it’s only gotten worse and worse (from the perspective of the looooooser students who aren’t also athletes) as ever more booster money has flowed into the school.

Not just stupid, also poor!

Those White House bathrooms are gonna look like those national park horrors we’ve seen for the past few days.

When I was at school (UVA) some football player friends told me about the special dining hall for athletes that was attached to the football stadium, and of course after hearing about the culinary splendors on offer there I asked if I could come along. Nope, athletes only! Because the rest of us certainly weren’t…

Like a shit brickhouse, man!

You always say that.

I too had a “my” Barnes & Noble once upon a time.  Alas...

Sure, sure, “now”

Ooh, look, a Barnes & Noble!

Oh, shit, what about a time-traveling AJ, who, like, has to go back and save his dad from... something to do with the mob, I guess? That’s gold, baby!

Hold up. There’s a Lou Ferrigno Junior???

That’s SO Deadspin!

...which brings us to the mental image of a man wearing socks and shoes and no underwear.  Ye gods.

Utterly dreadful.

Especially now.