Daily Briefs: In which TV shows are dismissively encapsulated as drinking games

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ARE YOU READY FOR SOME CHIEFSBALL? While I was messing around with the hobbit name generator, I heard on the radio that someone named “Carl Peterson” (hobbit name: Popo Sandydowns) has resigned from his position as first-base coach for the Kansas City Chiefs ball club. Now who will smack the butts of the point guards while they wait in the on-deck circle? I guess they’ll have to hire somebody. ATTENTION LADIES: I don’t know much about sports, but I have enormous hands, and I can palm a basketball. 816-218-6781.

Anyway. These two guys seem to know something about this whole Carl Peterson thing. Justin Kendall (hobbit name: Olo Hamwich of Buckleberry Fern) took two minutes from his busy schedule to write this paragraph, followed by another twenty minutes to upload the corresponding photo in Moveable Type 2, which EVERYONE LOVES SO GODDAMNED MUCH, you guys, it’s like being required by the court to provide home-care for a sick, elderly relative in an iron lung. Interestingly, Justin and the guys at Upon Further Review, Bradford Doolittle and Martin Manley (hobbit names: Togo Bracegirdle of Hardbottle and Berilac Bulge of Hobbiton, respectively) all struck on the same “Ding dong, the witch is dead” angle (NO PLAGIARO).

After the jump, some pleasant games for children stuck inside on a snowy day. Click here or here.