Agent Palmer

As Russell Wilson tried in vain to try and spike the ball for one last shot at the end zone, I couldn’t help but think of the wonderful animated mother who gave birth to Phillip J. Fry and who’s husband named him after a tool (a phillips screwdriver).

Fry’s mother, who was never named in the series, was a huge Wisconsin Badgers fan.

I didn’t read Russell Brand’s first autobiography “My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up” in fact, I only picked up “Booky Wook 2: This Time It’s Personal” because it was on clearance at Barnes & Nobles (how much longer is that store going to be around any way), I enjoy his comedy, and I had watched one of his comedy specials earlier in the week.

Those three factors led me to a very good book. As I said I can’t compare it to his first book, but then again, I don’t need to

I’m a fan of Gun ‘N Roses. I love the old stuff, I love the solo stuff and I like and love some of the new stuff. So the other day when I was listening to Duff McKagan’s Loaded album Episode 1999: Live,

I noticed something peculiar, albeit completely understandable considering the facts.

Preston Tucker, I hardly knew ye. No really, I had no idea who you were. Then, I saw you’re car at America On Wheels. I heard there was a movie about you and that I watched, because you went up against the big guys. You challenged the conventional thinking, you’ve been called “ahead of your time” and “a generation too late.”

That’s pretty iconic and yet the legacy isn’t well known.

“Welcome to the Jungle, baby… You’re gonna diiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” Yes, it’s Week 14 in the NFL and although there was a game on Thursday, I don’t count that too much, personally because I don’t have any Browns or Steelers on my team, but if you do I hope you had your line-up all set, otherwise, I hope you didn’t and that you’re matched up with me.

I know that there are a lot of people who didn’t make the playoffs.