Aunt Stabby becomes Aunt Beat-With-A-Drumsticky. Doesn’t roll off the tongue as well, though.

And they began to rock.

It’s much, much quieter than Musklevania. For me, at least. Which is exactly why I’m here now.

This is fucking hysterical.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a false start in victory formation before. I’m sure it’s happened at some point but I’ve never seen it until today.

I just assume Greg Schiano is always ready to fight the refs.

The internet’s only football podcast, of course.

Elmer

This is the first time I’ve ever heard my hometown referred to as “The Big Oyster”, and I’m here for it. That’s much better than the boring as hell “The Port City” this place insists upon using.

Not usually a country guy, but “Wolves” from Garth Brooks’ “No Fences” is an amazing song.

ZOOOOOOM!