A two-person booth is always better. Tessitore is a decent play-by-play guy, and Booger has good insights as well as his knowledge of life in the trenches.

I know that there is some exception for commercial promotion of not-for-profit endeavors like Sesame Street. Kill it!

Bless you, dude. May we have a video?

Seriously, PC, you must agree this is just late Wenger 2.0. No clear leader (Mr. Yellow Card as captain?), weak central defense, collapses away on a rainy night in Stoke. The inmates continue to run the show. No one expects a title (Luiz clearly on drugs), but given weaknesses elsewhere in the league, I was hoping for…

I just can't get enough of them on TV. So glad I can get the same commercial, sometimes two of them, while I am trying to read. 

The Go-Go’s “Our Lips are Sealed.” I was absolutely certain it was “Our Lips are Steel.” Not that far off in actual meaning, sort of. When I finally learned the correct lyrics, I immediately renamed it "Otters and Seals."

Silent excitement cheer. 

Ya know, I like my online name. It’s my late father in law’s name. Pretty much the equivalent of “John Smith” in Russian. But I am damned tempted to change it to “Hapless Knicks.” But I am (1) lazy and (2) not important enough to have a burner account. 

My father HATES spicy food. He can punt a tin of Kroger chili powder straight into Lake Michigan. He looked at me like an idiot when I told him I was making a pork and posole stew. At 84 he still looks forward to the next bowl. You guys need to blow off hotdogs and junk food and reveal the glory of New Mexican…

Another train I missed. Regards. 

You are a serious party pooper. But, then again, the Big Three of the Takeout should know that even the skinniest of clues will easily lead to the unmasking of the truth given the savvy readership on this site.  A woeful job of privacy protection, and I say this as a retired HIPAA privacy officer. 

Ice cream truck. Did it for two years as an undergraduate. Yes, long hours, near 12 hours a day. That being said (a) all cash; (b) meet lots of girls; (c) if all fails, you show up at your GFs house with a truck full of treats. 

Ma’am, I was only here to devine his prior location. I have my guess as where he is now; but I can’t do that given his desire for privacy was messed up. I have probably done too much. Let’s just say lower Brattle St.

So what is your proposed solution? Please don't be an insurance company, all problems no answers. 

Great. Now go there and make me feel better about my bomb date in 1983!

About 15 minutes. Bang a left on Mt. Auburn, right on Ash St., work through the Lesley buildings, left on Berkeley St., steady as she goes. It's in an apartment complex. 

I am sure it’s far more hate than love, sauerkraut being what it is. I will try to make it myself, as I haven’t been to Iowa in 20-some years and not likely on the agenda. What, if any, cheese was used? Not a fan of sauerkraut and cheese generally but aiming to reproduce.

Not a good idea to specifically name Russo’s as it’s a dead giveaway as to the Boston area. Let’s just say it took me two minutes to figure out the restaurant and sure as hell it’s in Cambridge. You can do it; the clues are there.

Hope your car doesn't break down on the LIE as you bring so much to the party. 

Whoa! The idea of sausage gravy on a pizza sounded fabulous, but now you've upped the ante. How is the sauerkraut cooked? (Note: I cook mine in the slow cooker for at least eight hours, so I like it browned and darn near mushy.)