That's Neil Best from Newsday. Former Giants beat reporter now covering sports media.
Did the odd rule also prevent the Cardinals from defending the ensuing play, on which the Giants scored the go-ahead touchdown, or from mounting a scoring drive of their own in the remaining 2:39?
Probably didn't need that second dose.
It just occurred to me that the ideal time to streak is the exact moment when a stadium's security force is tackling/subduing another streaker. It took six guys to deal with that one drunk, naked moron, which means it's a numbers game. By the time they notice that a second streaker is on the field and peel themselves off streaker #1, you'll have had time to slide head-first into home or climb the outfield wall or take a seat in the dugout.
While it might seem like Costas blurbs any book he's asked to, as the editor responsible for four of the books listed above, I'll say that if that were true he'd blurb hundreds of books a year. Believe it or not, he is discriminating.
If Victoria wasn't embarrassed by Paul's actions on the diamond, she'll certainly be embarrassed by his not knowing the difference between manner and manor.
The artist creates his own moral universe. LT is a god who should be exempt from human law.
Here's a link to the actual letter received by season ticket holders: [www.giants.com]
Naw, naw. This ain't Raymond.
The real shame is that all Dorothy Ruth Pirone got out of the deal was a box of Newports and Puma sweats.
Beat reporter friend of mine confided he has Sept. 1 in his office pool. Shit.
Who'd have guessed the All Arcola Football Conference would produce two starred Deadspin commenters?
I was at Michigan at the same time you were, one year ahead. It's true that the enormity of the school can make it very isolating. I spent the first month of my freshman year living on North campus at Bursley dorm and adjusting poorly to college life before requesting a housing transfer and moving to central campus and Alice Lloyd Hall. It made a huge difference. North Campus was like Siberia, and with a few notable exceptions I didn't particularly care for any of the people I met up there. It was a strange, somewhat disorienting first semester, to be sure. But at Alice Lloyd I met some people, who introduced me to some other people, and by Winter term I found myself pledging a fraternity (and, as a result, very nearly failing out of school). It wasn't one of those too-cool-for-you houses like the one you rushed, the kind where you had to put on some kind of front in order to fit in. Instead, it was the kind of place where I could be myself. And gradually, I found my place. I guess I was lucky.
I remember the night of that Colorado game well. We had a big open party planned at the house, for which a band had been hired and numerous kegs procured. But everyone in town was so bummed out by the shocking way the game ended that hardly anyone showed. It was one of the oddest nights I can remember spending in Ann Arbor, and in retrospect I'm fortunate to have spent it with the drunken morons I did. Many of them are still friends to this day.
I remember the night of that Colorado game well. We had a big open party planned at the house, for which a band had been hired and numerous kegs procured. But everyone in town was so bummed out by the shocking way the game ended that hardly anyone showed. It was one of the oddest nights I can remember spending in Ann Arbor, and in retrospect I'm fortunate to have spent it with the drunken morons I did. Many of them are still friends to this day.
How about that pompous, self-aggrandizing sleazeball Jerry Jones?
@Pedro Cuatro Cinco: it's definitely up there.
Cam Neely for you on line one, Mr. Buckley.
Coughlin called this report "ridiculous": [twitter.com]
I commiserate herewith, Ms. Baker: [www.msg.com]
@Illundiel: College football rules only require one foot in bounds.