“My ask would be...”

Craig James, as long as you don’t count that hooker he killed in college.

I broke my arm as a 49-year-old man, and I cried like this little girl apparently didn’t.

In somebody else’s name.

The 1983 Wolfpack winning the national championship was unbelievably cool.

That shit was just awesome.

The idea that Bernie is “more electable” than Hillary is complete bullshit. Exhibit A is simply that if he was more electable, he’d currently have more votes than her, since by definition electability means getting more votes than the other candidate.

As someone on the ass-end of the baby boom and the dawn of Gen-X, I can attest to the fact that many people of my generation believe so strongly in the sanctity of marriage that we’ve tried it two or three times.

I think Mom Ley commentary should become a regular feature here.

According to my 15-year-old son and 11-year-old daughter Panic! At the Disco is still a thing. In fact, I just a bought a Groupon to see them touring with Weezer some time this summer.

This tops everything:

As a crotchety old white person, I couldn’t agree with your more.

Glad there was a good guy with a stick there to meet this bat wielding menace.

Panthers fans are going to #KeepPounding Norman’s sack.

Cam is fantastic, one of the few guys who actually looks like he’s having fun.

We are. We had little else to cheer about this year, but Cluck Femson.

Philly does a pretty good job of fucking itself.

What about the heady Aaron Rodgers?

One of the best things I’ve seen all year was Cam on some scramble with the field wide open, picking up about 25 yards and smiling like mad while he’s still running. Say what you want about him, the dude obviously just thinks football ought to be fun.

I know this guy who left his wife when she was pregnant, and I still want to slap the shit out of him nearly every time I see him. But then I remember I wouldn’t be married to her now and that kid wouldn’t be my son if her first husband wasn’t an asshole.