One more very important thing: If you pay them, always do it by cashier’s check or money order. NEVER give those scumbags electronic access to your bank accounts. Meaning never give them account numbers over the phone.

Guess I better not hold my breath to see the Horford game winner on Deadspin.

Yeah, if the refs aren’t going to call that Dusty Rhodes atomic elbow that Nene used on the screen, then the Wiz have no business begging for a travel call on the other end.

The shock of suddenly remembering that Hunter S Thompson actually wrote for ESPN is similar to remembering that Eric Dickerson once played for the Falcons.

“Hey, at least we aren’t Cleveland” - Atlanta sports fan.

But I bet he won’t count cards in Sam Rothstein’s casino again.

auto correct fail. Rogue.

I give zero fucks about this and in no way do I think it changed the outcome of the games, but if the Falcons get docked a draft pick because a rouge sound guy decides to pump in some noise then don’t the Patriots have to lose a draft pick as well?

This report would indicate that they, in fact, got caught.

Because the public is far too cynical to buy that. But when Gruden asks him about his mistakes, he talks about the crab legs. That’s controlling the narrative. Tweeting a pic of him with crab legs makes sure it makes the rounds in the media cycle. If I’m Winston, I would much rather answer crab leg questions all day…

Jameis knows exactly what he’s doing. Every discussion about crab legs is a discussion that isn’t about rape. His handlers (I don’t think he figured this out on his own) are geniuses.

This is the most Atlanta sports moment ever.

No word about pests? Here in Georgia, tomato worms are a problem. Those fat, green fuckers ate my plants down to the stalk overnight last summer.

Be that as it may, there’s a reason that they moved it to prime time. I’m guessing the ratings justify it.

Meh. I can’t get too worked up about this. Tweeting the picks a minute early than its announced just doesn’t bring enough benefit to justify spoiling the entertainment aspect of the draft.

Of course the story is bullshit, but that’s not the point. All that matters is that you’re writing a story about crab legs and not a story about rape.

If he were a child of the 80’s, he would have known to just time a jab to the midsection on the third hop of the bull charge for an easy KO win.

Yep, he was the ring announcer and commentator. It was the most random thing ever.

I remember Big Tigger best for being inexplicably featured in the first Fight Night boxing game from EA.

I don’t see too many guys in the joint forcing him to be a catcher. Unless they go after him like the sisters did to Andy Dufresne. Now that’s a scene I want to hear narrated by Morgan Freeman.