wittylibrarian
wittylibrarian
wittylibrarian

And with the 24th pick of the 1983 NFL Draft, the NY Jets select Dan Marino.

I would stop the Bengals from drafting David Klingler in 1992.

Winner: throwback Suns helmet.

Looking at that mug shot, I’m thinking her day started with a 40, then getting the autograph.

I remember seeing a list of manga references somewhere, but I can’t quite remember where. Gamble Fish:

I hear he’s into Love Live.

If he skates through him with a shoulder then I wouldn’t have an issue.

He could have laid a hit on him without trying to destroy him like he did.

He leaves his feet every goddamn time he does this. It’s a charging call, at the least.

Uhh I may or may not have a law degree but “Am I being detained?” would be a good place to start.

They were planning to sign Tebow today, but were unable to get in touch with him.

[picks up phone; cancels all Monday guests]—

Just going by surnames, hockey-playing Canadians are descendants of the Scots & French who settled Canada.

I’m a Canadian and would rather watch football and baseball, for many reasons, but the lack of fighting is one of them. If I wanted to watch a (real) fight, I’d tune into UFC. This is prime douchebaggery on ice.

It is something I never understand but for whatever reason only linesmen intervene in the fights. The referees always just stand there watching. I guess it is some guideline in the ref's handbook but it seems really dumb.

What happened after the fight? The 2 goalies stood around waiting for 10 minutes before other players were allowed on the ice?

My wife, who’s from the Baltics, tells me that Russians and other Eastern Europeans consider Canadians to be worthless drunks, with hockey fighting as Exhibit A. When Russians consider you to be drunks, you might have a problem.

Whitney carrying him out, Whitney explaining how a stalker broke into his house and jilled off in his bed.

I now have a mental image of Kevin Costner singing “I Will Always Love You,” and it’s fascinating.

I’ve said it before, and it’s worth saying again now: There is absolutely nothing that men can do or be — or neglect to do or be — no failing they can have, no emptiness they can embody, that Hollywood will not embrace as heroic.