Oh sure, but when I force crying little boys to hug me, it's a completely different story.

Of that, 250 pounds is balls.

I hope that he enjoyed his moment, because he's really not going to enjoy spending the rest of his life on the Sex Offender Registry.

Let's not inflate Sarah's sense of self-importance any further.

This is about as comprehensible as Kinja.

Quoted as saying 'He hatched this plot to ovoid arrest, but we think he'll find his best laid plans will come to eggzactly nothing'.

This is so stupid. +1

Waiting for mustachioed newcomer Werdna Elddib to take the boat racing scene by storm.

Hard-boiled Egg Harbor detective looks to crack case.

Turns out he faked his own death to get away from you - the lesser Biddle.

With all this mystery and intrigue, only one thing is certain: Offshore boat racing is superior to onshore boat racing.

My dad is the man.

Finally, the hard hitting journalism that I can relate to!

To understand this article, I had to find the "Poker Slang Terminology" book that I stuffed between my Coldplay CD, Livestrong bracelet and other things I lost from 2004.

Bath police is what my uncle used to call it :(

I grew up living several blocks from Thurman in Canton. I remember seeing him out in front of his house hitting tiny plastic golf balls that his older brother, Duane, would pitch to him for hours. Thurman would hit line drive after line drive. We both attended Worley School (along with Diane Dominik his future…

That's wonderful stuff.

The first time I saw my father cry was the morning after Munson died. I remember the news was printed on the bottom part of the front page of the New York Times. I was 8 years old and it was strange to see my dad crying because I knew he hated the Yankees. I was confused so I asked him why he was upset. He told me…