The Devil went down to Georgia. I mean Louisiana. Close enough.

The night I found myself in the lobby of a Courtyard Marriott, covered in hot dog relish, about to die.

I've never enjoyed something more thoroughly, and I probably never will.

Matt's terrible playoff streak is extended. Kirk secures the meaningless playoff competition. Sadly, there will be no gray steak for Matt.

The boys are heading to Atlantic City tonight. How many of these things will happen?

Is Dave God, or was that Alanis?

Making fun of my roommate shines a light on my lack of knowledge in the field of thermodynamics and makes me feel like a fraud.

A journey through 6000 calories, 14 fast food joints, and at least 3 epic arguments amongst friends. Come conquer the Fast Food Gauntlet.

An evening filled with statistics, debauchery, and mistaken identity under the bright boardwalk lights of Caesars in Atlantic City.