Suppose you plugged your state's name into Google with the basic question: "Why is [MY STATE] so ... " What would Google suggest for an autocomplete, ya think?
Speedway is getting ever more awesome: now there's ribs. NOMNOMNOM.
Whoops - sorry, Speedway, but Gawker has BREAKING NEWS: INDY'S HIPSTERS LIVE/HANG OUT/DRINK IN FOUNTAIN SQUARE.
Best prop bet on the Super Bowl? Flea won't be wearing a shirt.
Oh, while we're on that subject: check this ESPN piece on the Janet Jackson/Justin Timberlake/MTV halftime-show boob debacle
(which turns 10 this year - awwwww) in which former FCC Chairman Michael Powell admits to manufacturing outrage over a female body part that was partially visible for 9/16 of one second.
One of the repercussions of Justin and Janet's indiscretion was a seminal moment for radio as much as TV: it helped suck the last shred of fun out of personality-driven broadcasting, unless your name was Bob, Tom or Howard. Potential fines were upped to well over $300,000 - and the talent themselves became liable for the fines, in addition to the companies that hired them. You heard me - a single "dirty" joke or accidental F-bomb could've meant a multiple six-figure debt for even some fledgling morning show host barely clearing 24K annually in, say, Lafayette. Prison time wasn't out of the question, either. As you'd guess, attorneys for broadcasters bit back, and the entire issue of "indecency standards"
wound up costing the legal system millions.