Pictured: Much to the chagrin of his estranged older brother, Malcolm Y celebrates as he finally receives his Certificate of Assimilation.

See, this is why I don't even try to bum cigarettes over there anymore.

The South Park creators threatened suit over a similar "Mr. Yankee" holiday promotion once, fearing that any association with the MLB would irreparably demean the image of their character.

"Hey! My trophy!"

On a serious note, the only thing that bothers me about any of this is that in the second Greenie & Golic commercial in that compilation (which they used to run on TV all the motherloving time), Greenie wins that bid without ever even picking up his goddamn phone.

Ahh, now I understand why Mike Greenberg is always crucifying Tebow.

Also, he doesn't like boozing ... he LOVES it.

I have always advocated this belief. His potential for post-retirement inflation is near limitless. As an accompanying theory, I also believe no children born after 2015 will ever believe that he actually once played quarterback.

What they need to be worried about is Chopin for a new first baseman.

"DAMMIT. Well, back to the ol' drawing board."

I would've expected them to Handel this with a little more dignity.

Unfortunately the call only strengthened Dwight's resolve to leave for a big city, as he swore that night that no one would ever be able to call him a hick again.

Costas: How do you respond to the charges of those eight boys who say you assaulted them?

Perhaps obvious, but not to be overlooked.

Pictured: Beer, battered, wings.

Amendola was quick to try to downplay this latest gaffe in what appears to be an uncanny string of verbal blunders, telling reporters, "Eh, a little backfire never hurt anybody."

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The Tebows may be fine for now, but until they're willing to change some of their views about marriage they'll never be able to get past the Palmers.