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Erik Ainge is the Tennessee QB's name, Pizza Hut.

Cedric Benson is done for the year. I understood the intent, but trading Thomas Jones turned out to be a horrible mistake.

According to Chris Cooley (through various media outlets to PFT to me to you), Taylor is in a coma. Spitting in another player's face is a dickhead thing to do, but come on...it's entirely possible that the guy could die. I'm not an advocate of misty-eyed tributes or anything like that, but a modicum of respect in a life-or-death situation is appropriate.

Between Jericho's new look and Jeff Hardy's nickname, there's suddenly a lot of homoerotic undertones in professional wrestling.

Sean Taylor was shot in his home this morning. This is terrible news for you Redskins defense fantasy owners. EDIT: All right, I take that back. I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. Credit: profootballtalk.com

Evander Holyfield's Missing Ear.

The asterisk has been added. Awesome.

So I guess that the blueprint for hanging with New England is blanketing Moss, pressuring Brady, and hoping that your offense can outscore them. So Baltimore has no chance. Pittsburgh, maybe?

I call foul, Pizza Hut's Game Face. You have to wait at least until the final whistle of the Monday night game to start next week's thread. You may feel that you've gotten the glory here, but it will be forever tainted by an asterisk of shame and illegitimacy and shame. And it looks like this: *

"Redondo Beach" is good. I liked this album quite a bit a few years ago, but I never have any desire to listen to it anymore. The "My Generation" cover is alarmingly sans stuttering, so what's the point?

I just want my kids back.

I hope you don't kiss your unborn child with that mouth.

I think they provide better-than-usual coverage of NFL Network games on NFL.com this season. I'll find out how comprehensive it is, because that's probably what I'll end up doing for this game. If it's just the stats and moving, colored lines GameCenter thing, then fuck it. I'll catch the highlights after the thing. Question my fanhood if you must.

I got this piece of crap on a local station, but will have to scramble to catch next Thursday's Dallas-Green Bay game. Damn you, NFL Network!

No. He still sounds like Kermit the Frog and he's made a bunch of headscratching calls and observations. Collinsworth is good, though.

@Minnesota, Dallas, @San Diego, Kansas City, @Green Bay Packers. That's three pretty tough road games for a team that can't win on the road. I can see them winning @ Minnesota and maybe beating Kansas City at home. I guess 7-9 or 8-8 could conceivably be good enough to get in as a wild card in the NFC.

So much for a good Detroit performance on Thanksgiving. I don't think this team makes the playoffs, which would leave the door open for...who? The odd man out between Arizona and Seattle in the West? Philadelphia?

I found out that I'm a watercolor artist of some renown and am running as a democrat in Missouri's 35th district.

The Bicycles- The Good, the Bad, and the Cuddly. Really good.

Yes, I am thankful for slow but sure island justice. I am also thankful for all of the great veterinarians around the country and the wonderful work they do; the emergence of Jeff Garcia as a legit Pro Bowl contender in Tampa Bay; the success of Chris Daughtry; Sharpie-brand Sharpies; the Exploited Babysitters website; and all of my friends here at the Smart Marks, past and present.

Christmas is for family, Thanksgiving is for solitude and quiet contemplation of the year just passed and the holiday shopping season to come. I am alone today. All alone.

I worked in a hot dog shop for a while. With a quality dog, anything tastes good on it. The Chicago is probably the best, but that nasty-ass cheese sauce, chili, and habanero relish is a personal favorite.

An old roommate of mine named his cat Miss Mandible after a Donald Barthelme short story. I thought it was ridiculous and pretentious. Everyone ended up calling her Mandy.

It was the short hair coupled with the vest, I think. Made him look like a skinny Lex Luger.

Come one, come all. Gimme some more of that sweet, sweet Gus.