On the “Ending our Weekend with Bernie” Show:
— Frank cranks out the Soviet National Anthem

— Some of us aren’t so excited about the New Deal II, and find watching Bernie point to be a real drag
— The new heavyweight champ Tyson looks like a cross between Wepner and Quarry.
— Handicapping what’s left in the Democrat field of dreams
— It’s only February, but when I watch Uncle Joe, all I can think of is Uncle June, knocking on the neighbors door, in pajamas and asking for ice cream
— ChabDog suspects he might be more than just a Boomer … he’s a Bloomer
— Because he’s such a threat (though according to LIzzie Boredom not a tall one), to lighten the mood, maybe Mike should use Mel Brooks as a body double in the next debate?
— Lawyers use redlining … why can’t arrogant billionaires do the same?
— “Pete, you lost to my friend Joe Donnelley [and you aren’t a proven winner”. For shame Amy, since when is winning in Minny grounds for asserting executive privilege over Buttigieg.
— Lots George Steinbrenner, along with a George Peterson interlude, which gets us in the mood for more Bernie. “She’s a heartbreaker, lovemaker, dreammaker ”
— Why Rob Man-fraud doesn’t have a problem with cheating Houston keeping its big piece of metal/MLB would be placating the out-for-blood public by vacating.
— LA banking on Price being money in the playoffs (but they know starting him is a non-starter), while Rendon hails a cab for the home of the hittable Halos
— Very sad about bulldog Swagger being taken away from the Dog Pound in an open casket; later in the show we go back to the glory years of Brian Sipe, as touted by Trump and Criqui
— The perfect Pelosi, as done by Kammy Burnett productions … yes this performance raised a few eyebrows
— Tyson gives his opponent a real Marchand moment when he a wet one to Wilder
— Slogging Leafs wilt and fold when their Zamboni driver fills in as the emergency goalie … for the other team
— The significance of “Patrick” as a major name in NHL history
— On the Miracles on Ice having slid to the right
— Wrecking the Aztecs bubble
— 8 should be enough for purposes of those presently unavoidable conference tournaments (currently, basket of deplorables IUPUI could go on a magical run and get an invite)
— Who’s in the MEAC, and where do they reside? We know one is named hopeless Howard. We read out the rest, including my personal favorite …
— “I’d like to make a Botox appointment tomorrow… wait a minute, I’m Nancy Pelosi … don’t mess with me … you don’t mess with Nancy Pelosi…no way Nancy has gray hair .. rip rip… I don’t hate nobody…. I’ll drink to that ,,,, not only did I rip my State of the Union Speech, I also ripped … my birth certificate”