Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: See your public land now before it gets strip-mined!

(Which is to say Senorita Weaselo dragged me upstate for the weekend, even if I drove.) First off, I would like an “I survived the Taconic State Parkway in the beginning of a snowstorm” pin. Mountain roads in the beginning of a snowstorm? I have a running bit with both Hermana

Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: Nocturnes Magazine, Vol. 1, Issue 2: Divisional Foes and the Best Game in League History?

Welcome back to Nocturnes Magazine, an inside-Wumbo Wednesday inside look at my diceball team in an attempt to get the Hippo to write an unabridged history of the several hundred year reign of Bernard Gilkey at Pretend Man City. WE'D ALL READ IT. --- The Nocturnes started their inaugural campaign by taking

Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: Nocturnes Magazine, Vol. 1 Issue 1: The (Slightly Belated, Shhh) Inaugural Season Preview

Okay, what in the crap is this? This is Nocturnes Magazine, a look into the Brooklyn Nocturnes. Okay… that doesn't help me. Who are the Brooklyn Nocturnes and what do they do? Remember the diceball I mentioned? Well, I'm going to use a monthly Wumbo column to write in more detail because it got

Slumbo Wednesday With Not Weaselo – Substitutes Are The Worst (Except For That Who Song)

Sadly, the usual Wednesday night auteur, Senor Weaselo The Stringplucker, had an emergecy pizzicato party to attend, so you're stuck with the non-union equivalent. Fear not! I shall endeavor to guide us through this Humpiest of Days with a menagerie of mindfarts and wordvomit that should sate even the most

Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: Your Pre-Thanksgiving Jets at the Bye Post

Reference point. PREDICTION: Officially, 9-8, Rodgers retires, everyone is shown the door, back to square zero. REALITY: Oh, it's worse. I go back to the actual prediction paragraph: This team could go any number of potentially hilarious ways. So… which one would be the cruelest and therefore most comedic? Things like, a GAMBLOR