The Week That Were

Well, we're done for the week. No more posts from us this year, but that doesn't mean Foul Balls won't still be up and rolling.

As always, Panger will be here to countdown the final hours of 2006 with you. Feel free to tip her. As for what the schedule's gonna be like here on Monday, you can probably expect a few posts, but between the inevitable hangover and slate of bowl games, we can't promise you too much.

For those of you who fear you may have missed anything this week, here's the best of the week that were.

Have a happy and safe New Year, everybody.

• In case you forgot what Jay Mariotti is, well, he's a jackass. And fat and ugly too!
• Reminiscing about the golden days that were high school, and the crazy ass thugs we went to school with.
• Judging by the way he used his hands on the Sex Boat, we don't think Fred Smoot will have any trouble communicating by text for the next few weeks.
• It's feels weird to say, but maybe this Bears/Packers game just isn't worth the hassle.
• We're beginning to wonder if Dwyane Wade can walk down the street without injuring something.
• Maria Sharapova. On a beach. In a bikini.
• We're hoping that YaySports won't get pissed, and we're praying nobody compares us to Scoop Jackson. That would just be devastating.
• It ain't Vince Young, it's them purty colors!