For a guy who is supposed to be super-smart, I sure see him struggling with basic arithmetic and trigonometry on virtually every fucking shot. Ball ain’t moving, target ain’t moving, ground isn’t moving, and wind isn’t nearly as big of a factor as golfers like to think it is. He should be able to instantly do all the…

Worse to think about:

Two wheeled transport?  Bloody Luxury!  Back in my day we rode unicycles across the Channel everyday to the coal mines where we worked for 22 hours, and we were grateful for it!

It’s pretty popular in the South, hun.

Split the difference and get them a gift from the gift shop of the destination airport.  Who doesn’t need another refrigerator magnet?

He’s no Shitty McShitterson, that’s for sure.

The “Truth-Default Theory” may be useful in explaining Gladwell’s sales numbers. People see a book and assume it must be worth reading, and then can’t admit they wasted their time when it turns out to be shit.

I’m assuming that is what was repaired/replaced for $850.

I think she was Fawn Liebowitz’s roommate at Emily Dickinson.

“Other than that, totally stock."  - Jay Leno

Anecdotal evidence that cars are safer than ever, regardless of weight:

Yeah, I’ve found his calls on the basepaths to be solid, but his strike zone has been lousy for several years now. Lots of older umpires end up like that. However, Joe has always been deficient in the inter-personal communications part of the job.  He’s just a natural asshole, and that rarely ages well.

Is Russ’s grandpa Adam Corolla?

Not only did he continue to be a stud on the mound for the Brewers, but he also embraced being a hitter in the NL, and did pretty damn well for himself with the bat.  Nothing endears a pitcher to fans more than being able to hit.

That graphic is yet another reminder that watching MNF now feels like watching a Big 12 game covered by ESPN’s third string crew.  I guess they spent so much money on rights, but still got screwed on schedule, that they decided to just staff the show with interns and oddballs.

What is it with the French? It’s like they have a different word for everything!

Nah, he’s not “banging” anybody. Considering how disastrous his recent media appearances have been, his personal assistant is the fail-daughter of his current squeeze.

Let’s Remember Some Hommes!

I keep pulling back the shower curtain, hoping Victoria Principal is standing there.

What else would expect from the tastefully named Gregg?