In the NES game adaptation of “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”, there was a part where you got a real life phone number to call to give you a clue on how to progress. If you call that number today, it directs to a phone sex line.

i have no fear of making the “yeah, but video games aren’t sports” argument, but since ESPN devotes air time to poker, competitive eating and scrabble...i’m gonna leave that particular bullet in the chamber.

It wasn’t a package. It was a vo/sot and read live.

No no, you heard it wrong. Bartolo Colon added chives to his lunch. Which he ate.

“though conspiracy theorists will note the Rangers-colored markers”

Samer, from a former ref, I’m glad the third team on the ice has at least one fan.

the dude with the tits?

NO, because he’s the man who has the ball. He’s the man who can throw it faster than fuck. So that is why he is better than everyone in the world. Kiss his ass and suck his dick.

Yes, he is.

This also works

like this one?

“Too soon.”

If the Yankees are in need of any more of these sorts of press events, I hear Thurman Munson never officially retired either.

If they’re trying to see what I look like when I crank one out, that’s on them and I am sorry they had to see that.

OK, related question: why does it take you guys so long to shit?

We get it all done while you are getting ready in the bathroom

10: you have gone around something only if you end up back where you began

To me, you haven’t batted around until you’ve fucked up my scorecard. Ten.

Theon Greyjoy Night did not turn out to be the synergistic success the Royal’s marketing department had been predicting.

It’s been, what, seven years? And still, yet another new Brett Favre dick pic surfaces.