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Won't it just be that assistant coach who filled in when Harbaugh was suspended and beat an Ohio State University? Blanked on the name and can't be arsed to look it up, but it's gotta be that guy, right?

I suspect this is a change synchronous with being able to click on links on newspaper websites. You hardly need to do that when the story is right there, but if the writer/editor/paper needs to drive traffic with clicks, then it becomes necessary to induce them. This is a classic "be afraid of what you don't know" psychology. As such, it's reptile-brain laziness-driven. Part of the Great National Dumbing Down.

You're even down on Beltre? 3000 hits? Nearly 500 HRs? Five Gold Gloves? I'm guessing you're a "Small Hall" kind of a guy.

At our age, I hope you stretched properly before making that reach . . .

That's an interesting pairing . . .

KC averaged 7.7 yards per play, with 24 first downs and 5 third downs! That's pushing the football, homes. But next time, just give Pacheco the effin ball inside the five, would you, Andy? This cute end around shit to Mecole "Recycled" Hardman is just too much.

Oh my god -- what a blast of nostalgia! I can hear all those songs again, coming through the radio in my boom box. Thanks, man. In January 1985 I was 14. Would I go back and do it again? Hell no, but the music, the music . . .

Blues keep Ovi from getting any closer to The Great One; nicely done, Benni! And a short-hander for good measure!

I wish the Blues were bad enough to dream of a #1 pick!

The potential of skin cancer. Pale guy here, blond hair, blue eyes, long history of sun burns, and this month the pre-nomas came for me. The good news is it's very early so my treatment was the chemo cream treatment over my whole face (not the eyelids) for a week. Anybody else have to do that? My god, it was awful. The treatment was over last Sunday, and I still look like I'm badly sunburned -- yesterday at work a colleague asked me from about thirty feet away if I'd been skiing! I look like a beet! At least things are feeling better; for about five days there, it hurt to smile, sneeze, sleep, or open my mouth wide enough to eat; it had to be pizza instead of burgers. I realize these are good problems to have and I'm lucky to have medical care, and it didn't exactly piss me off, but it has been massively unpleasant. I did learn the wonders of liberal vaseline application, though. For the last several years, I've been good about sunscreen and hats with wide brims, but I can't change my history. I do plan on buying a sombrero, though, so I already feel bad for the guy sitting behind me on Opening Day. My dermo says I shouldn't have to do it again for 1-3 years.

Dak's not the problem and McCarthy's chance decline significantly without him. Unless there's some draft haul to be had, like Walker to the Vikings or Williams to the Saints, which seems very unlikely. The problem is Jerry Jones. "Jerry Jones Wants to Win a Super Bowl. He Just Doesn't Know How."

It's been a zombie publication for years. It may just be time to put it down. Damn shame.

Happy Birthday!

Maybe . . . Evan Drellich @EvanDrellich Follow Diamond-MLB Friday hearing now pushed back indefinitely MLB lawyer: "We are digesting an enormous amount of information…until yesterday we were operating w/the assumption that we were mediating…and nearing conclusion" "All of this came as a surprise, we knew nothing about it"

Return to what, though? Too many good players to be that bad, yes, but what does this current set-up get us? A nice regular season and a quick exit from the playoffs. High floor, low ceiling.

Had good seats for that one, did you?

I know that "fuq the greedy pricks" is the right answer here, but as someone who's had Peacock for years (Premier League!), they do have some fun programming. I'd recommend Poker Face w/Natasha Lyonne. Old school fun.

This is counterfactual! Alternate factual! Misfactual!

There is so much about skiing I don't know . . .

Lucky!

Strong winds, blowing snow, wind chill around -6

How sad and desperate is that? It's like award-grubbing to no purpose -- it's not like there's anything riding on the total number. Chris Fowler or Kirk Herbstreit might as well have had fake Emmys minted by someone on Etsy if they wanted one on their mantel. Am I missing something here?

Great sports cliche: "Well, he won the press conference . . ."