MKM Roundup Because I'm Sick of Waiting for MBA

No, not the good kind, like Skeevy does.  Just a few items worthy of discussion from a difficult day.  And it was a difficult day for me.  I don't know about you guys, but it's one thing to believe that Paterno and the other administrators at PSU were guilty as sin.  It's another to see it laid out, time and again, in brutal specific detail.  I don't have kids, I have no connection to PSU, I never idolized Joe Paterno, and I felt physically weak on numerous occasions today reading excerpts from the Freeh Report (and on one occasion after slamming a half bottle of wine in one gulp at dinner to "impress" my wife).

• Here's my vote for comment of the day, and what a surprise, it goes to one man wrecking crew Mantis Toboggan, MD.  This joke works on so many levels - I mean, the wording is spot on - but what's most impressive about it is that Mantis took a very mundane misspelling and made it into something absolutely side splitting.  Drew tried to do the same thing and didn't get nearly as good a result.  It's about as big a compliment you can give a commenter to say he outdid Big Daddy Drew and that's exactly what happened here.  Just fucking lovely. 
• Here is a glorious pyramid that brought the best out of almost all the Deadspin heavyweights, perfectly started by friend of the blog, I Like Cheap Beer.  I mean, this is what Deadspin is to me, and it was what I think a lot of us feared was lost when Kinja came around.  Guess what, it's still here.  Major high fives to everyone who participated. 
• Lionel Osbourne is the rarest of Deadspin commenters.  He is loved by all, consistently funny, and he can make an obvious statement hysterical just with his pitch perfect delivery.  This reply is a great example of that. 
• This is just Eddie Murray Sparkles being Eddie Murray Sparkles.  Light-hearted, irreverent, simple while still being more clever than almost anyone else.  Just great stuff. 
• I'm not not going to include this very nice Photoshop effort from Raysism.  That's good hustle, and Polk Panther himself would approve.  It's almost enough to make you stop hating Raysism.  Almost.*

And, here's a self-critical moment that will look like I'm fishing for a compliment but - swear to JoePa -it really isn't.  The only good thing I have to say about this comment is that I typed it from an iPhone while getting a coffee, which is pretty impressive (provided you weren't behind me in the line at Starbucks).  The joke was supposed to be that Paterno is so shameless he never stops lying to try and save his image no matter how hopelessly gone it is.  I think that got lost in the delivery.  I do appreciate the kind words from a few of you, but the only reason I even bothered to push submit on this one was because I'd committed an entire iPhone battery to typing it.  

* Not even remotely close

Wednesday's Roundup

Sorry this is late. Some duds and favorites from Wednesday's comments:

Duds-

This mo-ron doesn't even know how to top a pizza. I bet he's equally inept at "topping" women, amirite???

And this hipster always burns his mouth on his hot dog because he takes a bite before it's cool. I'm not sure if that Affliction shirt will go with your capri pants, guy, but obviously you're more concerned with smelling your own farts than your attire. I'll give you that.

Favorites-


A few beacons of integrity showed up to guide this ship back to shore.

Our favorite judge came down with another level-headed, authoritative decision. This guy is a treasure, and we are lucky to have him until the Supreme food court calls him up, which is inevitable. Erection, sustained.

This renegade took two bold stances in once comment. That's good hustle. He knows both what to put on his hot dog and what not to put on his back. The even more impressive part is that he has such little time to eat or be clothed because he is constantly busy pleasing beautiful women who thank him for his service. Encased meat, indeed.

There you have it. Now get off my back, Gallego. As much as I'm flattered by your interest, the roundups will happen when I MAKE them happen. And sign that FUCKING expense report! There are plenty of other balogs that would love to have me, you know. Maybe even some (gasp) blogs, too.