Some free advice—if you plan on asking someone to marry you, don’t tell Chris Myers unless you want him to inadvertently propose to your girlfriend on national TV on your behalf.
Some free advice—if you plan on asking someone to marry you, don’t tell Chris Myers unless you want him to inadvertently propose to your girlfriend on national TV on your behalf.
I have to say I had a pretty good time in Columbia this weekend, despite Ole Miss’ general ineptitude leading to a 34–7 drubbing at the hands of Mizzou. I also enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with one of my professors from grad school days, Marvin Overby, and getting together with Frequent Commenter Alfie and the gang for a Midwestern tailgate and pub crawl.
In other football-related observations:
Maguire: What about me and Bob? We’re not doing anything Monday night.
Nessler: You’re not doing anything now.
Finally, any sports bar that has blown $5k on a widescreen flatscreen television should not be showing a stretched standard-definition broadcast of anything, much less a football game available in high definition. At the very least, switch off the damn stretch mode—am I the only person alive who thinks that exaggerating people’s width by ⅓ is a bad idea?
Arrested Development is apparently history, according to the San Jose Mercury News. Jeff Harrell thinks the show was on a bit of a creative downturn; since I haven’t seen a single episode of this season (thanks, in large part, to the power outage I had earlier this week) I can’t really judge for myself.
Now, if Fox cancels House I’ll be really annoyed.