I mean, both.

That screenshot makes him look like the guy who just realized he got bit by a zombie and only has three minutes before he starts trying to eat his wife’s face. THAT guy. Except less sympathetic. 

Aw, look! A Washington fan! We’ve got one right here, demonstrating all the couth and gentility demonstrated so ably by the owner! Well done, sir. Well done.

I worked with the son of a local tribe’s Chief, who went to DC with a group of others to appeal to Snyder to change the name. Needless to say, it was an unmitigated shitshow, and listening to him describe the whole thing was intensely and viscerally awful. Now I can’t even watch the Washington games as background…

Jim Tomsula is a national treasure. I love him more than any terrible coach my team has ever had, and more than most of the good ones, honestly. The dude just seems like such a solid guy. 

There was some really good commentariat discussion around this at the time of his death. I think I’ve been re-greyed here for some reason since then, so this comment won’t show up, but I recommend that anyone interested go read the comments on the articles about his death.  There was a lot of good, thoughtful…

I’m a female football fan, and sure, we’re statistically more rare. More to the point, I’ve been a Niners fan since my dad took me to a game at Candlestick over 30 years ago now. And yes, I live on the East Coast now. But if ONE MORE DOUCHEBAG gives me an eyebrow and asks if I am a San Francisco fan because of that…

Goats are mostly Satan’s sidekicks, so they’d be fine, but your average domesticated ungulate won’t do so well in the wilds of Weehawken. Just like Albert Burneko if he were to be dropped without supplies in, say, the middle of the Yukon Territory, an escaped beef steer will probably eke out a terrified and meagre…

How have we gotten this far into Twitter existing (and people catching shit for awful, terrible old tweets when they’re eventually found) without step 1 of becoming even famous enough for your name to show up in the paper being “delete any and all Twitter posts older than maybe two months ago, even if I wasn’t being a…

What the hell is going on with that picture? Is he possessed by Chucky? Aaaaah! Run away, run away!

Man, I had completely forgotten about him!

Just thinking about such matters makes me want to take to my fainting couch.  How dare you sir. How DARE.

If women hear men talking about defecation, our ears fall off and we collapse screaming to the ground. C’mon man. Everyone knows this!

The Juke is the only crossover I’ve ever even considered buying. I love the way they look, and the fact they make them in a manual and that they’re fun to drive, not lumbering monsters, and with a decent engine, without a huge sticker price? I’m really sad to see it go. I’ll probably keep an eye out for a used one in t…

Too on the nose.

I am reluctantly impressed. Goddamn.

If your hardland persists for more than three hours, consult a medical professional.

Dudes need to meet us in the middle, and stop being assholes without consequence until we have to actually actively call them on it, too. It goes both ways.

Yeah. I probably should have explicitly spelled out that that’s my own observations and experiences, and I know other people will have their own that contradict them in a number of ways. In my area at least, women who wanted to play on the co-ed teams were in high demand, so there was always the option to walk to anoth…

No, no, and no. You’re the one who brought in the World Cup comparison, you’re the one who says women can’t hang with men in rec league play, and you’re the one who’s putting assumptions in his mouth. The level of injury expectation in sport is never zero, and that is NOT his central argument, anywhere. So you’re…