Hey, Cleveland. How ya doing, little buddy? I heard the news. It’s all over the television and newspapers. Lebron is going to Miami. Tough break, I know. It just doesn’t seem to make any sense. I mean, why would he leave the 33rd largest city in America, and the home of the Rock and Roll Hall of...

I’m so happy right now I’m bursting with joy. Life is great. I just got promoted to floor manager at Bath & Body Works, my sister had a baby, and Craig and I couldn’t be happier. I know what you’re thinking. My relationship with Craig hasn’t always been in the greatest condition. The 2009 Brewers...

I’m almost willing to bet my weight in Pabst Blue Ribbon that anyone who spends an hour watching Aziz Ansari will walk away talking just like him. Start by proposing an everyday fact about life or a weird situation, drop down low into a sort of gangster dialect and finish it off by talking really fast in a high...

Greetings Milwaukee. You don’t know who I am, but I know most of you. I see what you do. I know what you like. You can’t hide from me. There is no escape. Don’t be alarmed. I’m completely harmless to your physical well-being. I’m not going to kidnap you children or impregnate you daughters. No, I just sit, and I watch...

Duke Roufus has been immersed in the world of martial arts since birth. Roufus’ father owned a gym, so he entered the scene at a very young age. Now he runs his own gym, the Duke Roufus Academy, and is training some of the top martial arts athletes in the world. As Roufus explains, there is much more to the sport than what you see on television. Tell me the history of how you went from a 4-year-old beginner to a four-time...

Lock up your children and bar your doors and windows—no place is safe anymore. They lurk in parking lots, malls, and restaurants. They walk among us undetected. They are our friends and co-workers. They are seemingly normal people until one moment—BAM!—they strike. Who are these elusive creatures...

On Friday May 7th, Milwaukee welcomed to the Pabst Theater a Saturday Night Live alum, a movie man and that guy that does voice-over work sometimes—Norm McDonald. He looks, well…different, but his comedy was as fresh as ever. It’s been a long times since Norm McDonald was behind...

So you go out on a Saturday night. Maybe you gel up your ‘do real nice or put on your shiny, dancing shoes. I don’t really know. It’s your Saturday night. So you’re still all like, “I’m going to see some music.” But what kind of music, son? Smooth jazz? A screaming girl with a guitar and a mohawk? Polka, yeah hey? None of the above. You are going to see a rock show...