Welcome to being a grown up. Too bad your mom failed in her responsibilities when raising you.

If you're lucky, you'll learn something and realize that when you've made a commitment to others, especially to others whose financial well-being is dependent upon that commitment, you show up for work on time and ready to go. Nothing wrong with partying, but when it affects your work and costs other people money, it's time to take a break.

The movie will wrap soon enough -- sooner if you do your job responsibly and professionally -- and then you can party all you want, at least until you make your next commitment.

I don't believe anyone.

Noah's Arc is one of those things that falls under the category of "pretend." Like so much of what you find in Wikipedia.

Been a long time since I rooted seriously for any team, even though I enjoy watching football. In fact, I would say that I enjoy football MORE now that I don't root for anyone. I just watch the games, and enjoy the great plays and the great games when they happen. Last night was a good one. Too bad the Mannings missed it.

Bitter much?

Eight jerbillion words have been written or spoken aloud about all that other stuff you're so adither about. King writes about what King writes about, and it's often not what everyone else writes about. That's what I like about him. But obviously you don't like it, but to get what you do seem to want, how about visiting virtually every other even remotely sports-related site on the interweb. You'll be happier, I bet.

And, wow wow ben, dude, am I suppose to take anything you said seriously after you referred to me by the Japanese term for golden showers?

Are you bitter? Maybe not. But you are a supreme asshole.

In general, I mean. Specifically, it's a toss up.

I live in Oregon. This column is the first I've heard of this controversy. Oh, I knew Oregon won the game, because I overhead someone mention it at my son's soccer game.

Now, obviously I don't follow college football. But that only illustrates my point. It's not important. When important things happen, I actually hear about them. I'm not uninformed. I just have priorities. Blown call in a football game? Not so important.

Is this situation disappointing for the Oklahoma team and fans? Certainly. Is it worthy of some kvetching? Probably. People kvetch. I kvetch. No problem. Kvetch away football fans.

The coach is obviously an idiot, and frankly based on his pouty reaction and his million-to-none non-equivalence notion I'm glad his team lost. What a joke.

But beyond him, is this unfortunate sequence of errors worth an embarrassing public hissy fit by the president of a university? Any university, even Oklahoma?

And is it worth a single death threat against anyone?

People are insane. There's a reason why I quit following sports with any real energy (though I still enjoy watching all kinds of sports -- I just don't care who wins anymore), and it's at least partly because of insane nonsense like this.

Death threats?

I know. . . . . I know.

*shame*

At least on Beyonce and Timberlake.

Fortunately, there's Outkast.

But Craig makes a good point.

...is the same absolute certainty that has killed 3,000 American soldiers, wounded tens of thousands more, and killed tens of thousands of Iraqi civilians. It's the certainty that has the Republican circling the wagon to protect Hastert, who in turn oversaw the protection of a pedophile. It's the certainty that makes lying about an opponent's service to his or her country acceptable. It's the certainty that makes condemning millions of children to poverty an acceptable cost in the enrichment of the wealthy. It's a certainty that sees Satan in compassion and God in cruelty and exploitation.

No, thanks, Stevie B. I'll take ambiguity.

Never heard of 'em.

The Passion WAS an anti-Semitic freakshow that played to the baser obsessions of fundamentalist Christianity and glorified violence at the expense of Christ's message of peace, love, and salvation. You managed to whip up the Fundies who get off on bloodshed real good there, Mel.

Should I have said, "I'm sorry you're an anti-Semite and a snuff pornographer?" I am, but I don't think you'd appreciate the apology.

In the 80s, I loved listening Marty Brennaman call Reds games in Cincinnati. Great voice, smooth, unpretentious manner. A great radio broadcaster.

But Thom? I suppose the saying goes, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," but in Thom's case, I think the apple was launched from a cannon.

...she'd be a race car! VROOM VROOM!

Come on, King, give yer grandma some oomph!

Lindsay, omigod! I want an Oscar before I'm thirty too! We're twinkies!

Wait.

I'm already 42.

Nevermind.

I watched some of the Bengals game yesterday, and I swear to god I was going to kill someone if I heard the term "muddle huddle" one more time.

Thanks, I just had to get that off my chest.

As for Kenny Rogers, this is the psycho who beats on cameramen, right? I was rooting against him for that reason alone, but I guess they just LURVE him him Detroit. What's the cut-off, I wonder? What crime is so bad that even when you win it's not enough? Assault? Not so bad. We still love him when he pitches good. Rape? Well, boys will be boys, so long as he catches that pass or whatever it is.

What does it take to turn our backs on a scumbag who plays a sport well?