I spent a lot of my young life thinking I had to hate football to be smart. Had to shed my blue collar family’s habits if I wanted people to think I was Serious and Mature and Intelligent.

I live in Chicago, the city where the mayor told the leads of the black community if riots took place (riots compared to protests) there would be consequences for those communities. Where are the consequences for these people? I appreciate the word art (I enjoyed “dorks in their best Sunday camo”), but they are armed…

They don’t want a fight.

“They may be jabronis, but they’re still heavily armed and irrational jabronis, and the threat of violent death is the only thing that might deter them.”

The Ryan family coaching tree is actually a bonsai Rob keeps in his van next to the foldout bed because “chicks dig that spiritual shit”

No matter how shitty the film is the property has enough fanboys to gurantee a profit. Star Wars fanatics hated the prequels but they saw each one at least 8 times in the theater just to make sure

Great kinja

He certainly isn’t paid by the interesting.

Can anyone confirm if Haisley is paid by the word?

Bills fans are good american sports fans.

While you’re right in pure terms of boundaries, MetLife Stadium is only 7 miles from Manhattan. The 49ers, Cowboys, Bills, and Pistons, to name a few, are all farther away from the city in their name. People always point to the Giants/Jets as the example because there happens to be a state border in the mix, but there…

To be fair, I think I see at least 45 of the 49.

This is what really matters to the 32 gray-haired buttplugs who give Roger Goodell his marching orders.

This will almost certainly put him at odds with former teammate and notorious crip Wes Welker.

It’s the Browns and it’s not even close. The #1 song the last time the Browns made the playoffs was Nickleback’s “How You Remind Me”.

The reason is simple. The NFL needs to construct additional pylons.

-aka- Chip Hatfield

I love the how easy it is to spot the racists these days.

Surely between beating your kid for playing poorly and not caring about the score of the game, there lies a vast middle ground

Years ago, I was a pretty devoted TAL listener. There were some pretty touching and thought-provoking pieces. But you know, what ended up getting to me eventually was Ira Glass’s halting monotone delivery. I think it was this white noise that made (makes?) the show the “snuggie for the snobbish.” Even more annoying to…