Sportscenter- Late Night.

For some unknown reason, I'm still up at 12:40am, typing on my computer while the Tall One sits in bed next to me, Facebooking like a dweeb, with Sportscenter in the background.  Every couple of minutes I tune in and I should probably do it more often because it was in those moments that I heard or saw these gems:

Pittsburgh Steeler Santonio Holmes: "... I played like a possum."

The guy covering the post-game wrap-up of the Steelers-Ravens was sporting a creepy flesh-colored mustache that would serve society much better if it was shaved off and washed down the drain.

The announcer referring to tennis dork Andy Roddick as A-Rod.  Don't we already have one of those?  He's a dud, do we really need another?

And speaking of things heard, I'm going to get into a slew of trouble on this one but I just can't hold it in anymore.  Last night at church during the music, the worship leader asked us to "bring the noise" (a.k.a.: clap) at least three times.  I got confused the first time, a little bit more the second time, and by the third I was stifling my laugh with a snort.  A fourth time might have thrown me over the edge.  I'm awful.  Anyway, the guy seems like the nicest guy in the world, I just found it hilarious.  The last person I heard say "bring the noise" was playing in a little band called Anthrax, and Anthrax definitely doesn't play in churches.  "Turn it up, bring the noise!!"