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Sean Astin is now Lord of the Wings?

The vehicle? Yes.

And I like the jib of your cut.

Not to go all Jalopnik on this, but they’ve also mastered the Vehicles That Make Me Want To Eat That Product category.

The difference: Winston has one last, final champion on his side in Arians (and, maybe GM Jason Licht). Mariota is on the limb all alone.

Poor thing. No one taught her the Secret of the Fold.

To make it delicious?

Um, no. It is not. Why would you assume that?

To hell with guac. Take a half of a Florida avocado, which happens to be the size of a Florida swimming pook, keep the skin on but remove the pit. Fill both halves with Cuban pork, roast them all together for 15 minutes at 350 degrees.

The Panthers forced the Bucs to punt from deep in their own territory...

Technically, this is sous vide. Warming, not cooking, but still a vacuum-sealed food item immersed in water at a specific temperature.

My nana pocketbooked her sugars from the greyhound track’s steak house for years. For the first 10 years of my life, I thought everyone’s sugar came with greyhound dogs on the outside.

13.

Dubious futon. BAND NAME.

Everyone who ain’t the Rays hates the Rays. Except for Rays fans, who, as we know, religiously watch them on TV because going to games in their current location is a giant pain in the ass.

Never forget: It’s all about the Astros. Light does not exist unless it shoots through Houston’s prism.

You had me at Mc.

With all due respect, who hydrates with coffee?

Might be time to sell the Sports Illustrated shoe phone I got in 1987 for subscribing.

I have a microphone, bird feeders and a set of mostly foggy binoculars. I’m your co-host.