Continuity is a curse. Just let it go, y'all.

Someone in the Athletic Department should have a colleague from the Southern Review walk on over to explain foreshadowing to them.

Look, if you can't character assassinate BRIAN KELLY, you might need to consider upping your game.

Go the Sledgehammer! route and say that all of this movie takes two years before the previous one.

I'm an LSU person and trust me... it's goddamn hysterical. I feel like we're going back to our roots.

It was awesome. Sat on my patio, listening to DBT, while I grilled my pork chops and a side of squash.

I was grilling in 52 degree weather here in Texas! We're midwest, sort of.

It's also a failure of analytics to not be looking for a NEW edge. If everyone is on board with the old analytics, which they are, there is no advantage in following them.

The edge is in zigging while they all zag.

Really, any card game. I good group in which you rotate games between Euchre, bridge, hearts, whatever... it's a good way to hang out.

This is why it sucks that D&D takes so long.

The whole point of getting cable in the 80s was to not have to use antennae ever again. I haven't looked back.

This season will be The Trial.

More wet noodle than whip.

He absolutely should. Which is why the break is so appalling. For Durbin to be negotiating a deal without Schumer is political mutiny. Both need to go. One for the mutiny and the other for being so weak that it happened to him.

I get being resentful of your big hit, but geez... know who you are. There's a few artists who can get away with not playing their big hit and chances are good you ain't one of them.

To be fair, most are feckless cowards. Durbin is the one who betrayed his actual job description. He deserves his moment in the spotlight.

What gets me angriest about the capitulation is that it was led by Durbin, the goddamn whip. If your whip is crossing party lines, what good is he at all? And what hope do you have of winning?

Our hatred of Schumer (go right ahead on that one) is distracting us from the real piece of shit: Durbin