You could drive a Peterbilt truck through that grill.

Perhaps times have changed. Most of the on-air broadcast journalists I went to school with all went on to do an MSJ before they set foot in a small market TV station.

Man, right? Aside from the profanity, both anchors sounded like they had a stroke. What the hell were they even saying?

Yes, I am being very, very sarcastic. I'm astonished you couldn't detect it.

Those West Virginia beaches are nice this time of year.

Read his tweets. This guy is the DadBoner of North Dakota, minus DB's impeccable grammar. How does a "journalist" get a job without a mastery of English? Sad.

[Forehead smack]

Dude, right?! I am *dying* after reading that one.

Suck Cut.

Dah! You beat me to it. Well played. Parma's also one of those places where one day, I imagine seeing a father and son putting pots and pans on their heads and head-butting in the driveway, like that Simpsons episode.

You nailed it.

Ohio State HWP officers are terrifying. They're all T1000s. When I lived in Columbus near the HWP academy, they'd all jog through the city in the summer, like an Army platoon, chanting and striding in perfect unison. The leading officer would just lead them into traffic on High St., no f*cks given, right through OSU's…

Cleveland keeps Cincy warm on those cold, lonely winter nights.

I was in your shoes in my mid-20s.

MOAR PIX PLZ.

Holy journalism.

Your impeccable spelling and regard for basic punctuation further emphasize your point.

Coach Taylor never would've let this fly.

What?

It's about 30 min. by bicycle, 15 miles round trip, from where I live on Chicago's northside to my office on Michigan Ave. Just bop over to the Lake Front Trail with Lake Michigan to my left, city to my right, in a montage of beautiful women running and biking. It doesn't suck.