Ten Foot Mailbag
Ten Foot Mailbag: Who Plays Cutler In A Movie?
It is true that every kid in that acting family was born with Cutler’s punch-me face, now that you mention it.
Ten Foot Mailbag: All-Time Ginger Quarterback Power Rankings
I am pleased to present to you now the All-Time Ginger Quarterback Power Rankings.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Penn St. Vs. US Swimming Sex Scandals
Art Modell, the former Cleveland Browns and Baltimore Ravens owner, died Thursday at the age of 87. I’ve known of few men more vehemently hated by a fanbase—that of the Browns—than him.
Ten Foot Mailbag: White Sox, Cubs And The Brighter Future
Oh, hello, football. Didn’t see you there. How’ve you been? I hope well. You look good.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Lance Armstrong And ‘Shirseys’
I don’t idolize athletes, and I don’t encourage others—kids or otherwise—to do so either.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Notre Dame’s New Uniforms And Watching A Cubs World Series
I’ll be as impressed or appalled at some new sports fashion statement as anyone else and use it for comedic ammo, but it doesn’t affect the way I consume a game.
Ten Foot Mailbag: For Whom Should An Ex-PSU Fan Root?
You waited and waited and waited, and finally it came back Thursday night. And you who were so excited for a Bears preseason football game got exactly what you deserved. First, there was no Cutler, Forte, Peppers, or Urlacher.
Ten Foot Mailbag: When Should The Penn State Talk Cease?
I want to go off here. I want to rant about guns and capital punishment and failed parenting and how something like this just makes my heart sad and my bowels livid, but I won’t.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Jay Paterno Needs To Shut Up, And French Fries
Memo to Jay Paterno, son of dead disgusting person Joe Paterno: Step away from the interviews.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Which Athlete Would Make The Best Delivery Guy?
Just when the Sox were beginning to make people have serious doubts whether they are legit contenders, they go and take five of seven from the Yankees and Rangers.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Starlin Castro, Quitting Smoking And Bruce Willis
Sixty hours. That’s how long it has been since I last lit a cigarette.
Ten Foot Mailbag: What To Get Dad This Father’s Day
Full disclosure—I’m banging this drum again to anger people who don’t want to think. Call me a troll, I don’t care. People have to get angry at being wrong about something before they begin to consider converting to the correct side.
Ten Foot Mailbag: How To Win Score Search
Welcome to The Score Interrogation Ro… I mean, the Ten Foot Mailbag (I’m not welcome at The Score studios.)
Ten Foot Mailbag: I’m On Summer Break, And You’re Not
So while I’m doing nothing constructive, my nothing will be way more awesome than your something. Sucks to be you… until 4pm every day when I have to deliver pizzas.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Why Do Grown Men Bring Their Gloves To Games?
Bringing a glove to a game as an adult means you desire to catch and keep a ball. It also means you’re a huge loser.
Ten Foot Mailbag: It’s About Time, Kerry
Kerry Wood is supposedly retiring. I’m not surprised at the decision, though I am at the timing. Sort of out of nowhere, even though anyone who has played tee-ball could see Wood just doesn’t belong in the game anymore.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Passion, Playoffs And Patrick Kane
Kane is a grown man. Whatever he wants to do he can within the confines of the law and his professional contract.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Star Wars Sucks
Yeah, I said it. I saw The Empire Strikes Back as a kid and thought, “What the hell is this crap?” Though the Colt-45 guy’s clothes were pretty pimp.
Ten Foot Mailbag: Frankfurters, Deutsche Banks And Hitler Calls The Birthday Lin
Today’s date is 4/20. For mature people that date means nothing more than it’s Friday, and we’ve survived another week that has taken years off of our lives. For wastes of organs, the date means some unofficial, lame celebration of marijuana, as though its proponents “celebrate” any less on other days.0
Ten Foot Mailbag: Ozzie, Baby Rose, and Toe Salami
Several times this year I’ve found myself thinking about what The Score means to me. I didn’t begin listening to the station until about 10 years ago, so I can’t say I’ve taken in the whole twenty years of eccentric glory.



