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Time Out: Easily my favorite song from the Blues Brothers. Okay ...GAME ON!!! Now, the doctor came in stinking of gin And proceeded to lie on the table He said, "Rocky, you met your match" And Rocky said, "Doc, it's only a scratch And I'll be better, I'll be better, Doc, as soon as I am able"

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb Mother do you think they'll like the song Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall

WOO HOO!

I'd be more successful trying to perform a frontal lobotomy!

You're right. Something may very well be afoot, here.

Seriously. Anyone who can be a top performer at a professional level in both baseball and football is an incredible and truly gifted athlete. I actually put Deion ahead of Bo.

I'm sure Deion can afford prosthetics. Maybe then he can change is name to Roberto.

I think both Deion and @John from Riversidewould have probably been better off if they were on a key-toe diet.

How did you edit Kareem Hunt out of this?!?

PM me your digits and I'll let you know.

You really "nailed" that one.

Also, between 11:30am - noon before heading to the stadium!

I define binge drinking as drinking to get drunk as quickly as possible.

I think we all know he won't be facing any criminal charge$.

One would think that a database of all available players could be created and that a team could "eliminate" players they know they don't want, then go through a series of "if/then" scenarios. So if Bob Jones is who they want in the first round, and he gets snagged by another team before dropping to them, then the database would automatically tell them who their pick will be based on all of the previous picks and the "if/then" data they input previously. Maybe teams already do this; I don't know. But it seems like the logical way to go about it.

I always pay close attention to thread titles (usually because most suck). This is one of the best I've seen in my many years here. Effing brilliant.

Mets fan, here. The champagne on my counter was when there were 13 seconds left.

You don't poke a Beane. You flick a Beane.

In Boston, there's a Uratwart Way.

Same with the 80s (when I was a teen). When two kids wanted to fight, one challenged them to go "meet at the sticks," immediately after school. The sticks was our party area in the woods a couple miles from the school. That's where most of the fights took place. Just like you said ... they duked it out for a bit, then agreed that it was over and never fought again after that.

The end of regulation and the OT reminded me of the 1986 World Series. Everyone likes to point out Bill Buckner's costly error that led to the Mets winning Game 6. That was the last 13 seconds of the Bills/KC game. Champagne was loaded into the Red Sox locker room; lockers were covered in plastic. Then POOF. I actually had a bottle of champagne sitting on my counter, for Christ's sakes. BUT ... what no one likes to talk about is that the Red Sox had a lead in Game 7, too. That was OT in the Bills/KC game. And like the Red Sox, the Bills also pissed away ANOTHER chance to win the game. This loss had a lot to do with the last 13 seconds. But not everything. OT was an embarrassment.

He was.