You Can Never Understand Me, Pt. 2

I turn on satellite radio tonight, which is preset to the NFL station. So, I know I'm going to hear about football. It's pretty much a guarantee.

Why, then, when I hear the phrase "…he used to play for the Oilers back in the day…", do I first think of the number 2.71828…?

All I'm saying is that they shouldn't have named a football team after an 18th century Swedish mathematician. It's confusing.

There Are No Athiests In Foxholes

Willie has inflammation in his left knee!

Please, dear Lord, fix it.

(People say, oh, it's just the Hall of Fame game, it doesn't matter. I say, oh, it's only your face, no one will miss it. Jackass.)