Sunday funnies: Jeff Garlin talks Cubs on Olbermann; in MMQB about fantasy football

Jeff Garlin made the media rounds to promote his new show, The Goldbergs.

Here is his chat with Keith Olbermann. The Chicago native whines about loving the lowly Cubs.

Garlin discusses fantasy football and other things with Peter King at MMQB.

5. I think the way I watch football now is the Bears game first, and then the Red Zone channel. I have to follow my fantasy team. I know more about offensive players and complete defenses than I ever knew, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. It has kind of taken away the nuance of watching complete games.

6. I think there’s only one key to winning fantasy football or baseball for that matter: luck. Sorry if you thought I actually had a Why didn’t I think of that answer. But it is all luck.


Sunday funnies: Remembering Art Donovan, football’s funny man

Art Donovan passed away this week at the age of 89. The former Baltimore Colts defensive lineman made a second career about telling stories from his first career.

Donovan cracks up Johnny Carson in this appearance on The Tonight Show.

Peter Richmond of Sports on Earth wrote about one of football’s most unique characters:

Artie wanted to be a cop, then a teacher. He applied to Columbia to see if he could get some teaching credits; the Ivy bastion, after reviewing the application, advised him to stick with professional football. So he did. And took another ring in ’59 when they routed the Giants. Marchetti was the leader of the defense; the man his teammates called Fatso was the court jester — until the opening kickoff. He was good. He’s in the Hall of Fame. He was All-Pro four times. Then after the final whistle, he’d be Fatso again, when he’d bitch about how the strongest refreshment in the locker room was orange soda.

By the ’80s, Artie knew he had a good thing, this gift of storytelling. So natural were his chops that he would become a Letterman regular. But he knew it was shtick. He was a Bronx guy at heart. And when he was running the country club down in Maryland, you could always find him — not at the bar, in that basement kitchen.