Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a conceited dumb jock. Well, that's the worst kind.
You know, that double-jointed torso stretcher.
Come in.
"Flo-Jo" in the Olympics, and today,
You're not sick? That is sick!
Ahem...
Kirk Gibson in the World Series;
I've got to let my C.O. know by Friday.
A-number-one, king of the hill, master of your destiny--
"1400 hours." Now that brings back memories.
For the first quarter mile, I held back.
I know. But when a father comes to school, it's important.
Exactly how much did Zack tell you?
You're so persuasive.
Hey, well don't worry about it. Everybody has bad days.