And One Thing More

 Happy Turkeycide Day, Blobophiles -- aka I Couldn't Eat Another Bi-Wait There's Pie? Day, aka Omigod What Did Aunt Myrtle Put In He...

 Funny, sometimes, how a name will take you right back. All of a sudden you're no longer 70 years old, and you don't creak when you ...

 Giant globe-rending news out of Ohio this week, and as so often is the case, you could fit it into one quiet sentence. In this instance, on...

 And now this week's Thanksgiving edition of The NFL In So Many Words, the thankful Blob feature of which critics have said "I'...

 A frosty Monday morning, and time now to think back on the palmy days, the gleaming days, the days when all the world was a juicy oyster fo...

 I suppose Notre Dame football coach  Marcus Freeman could have planned it this way, in retrospect. Drawn up a blueprint. Submitted it to t...

 ( In which the Blob again escapes the Sportsball compound for a time. You know the drill. ) "Mr. Vice-President ... Mr. Secretary ... ...