PICTURED: Ball, coach (old).

The clever form of the biological procreative imperative is strong in that one. You might say he's a kinning Lundquist.

"I FACKIN' LOVE GRAWNK'S HAHVUHROUND...NO ONE DENIES THIS!"

There had to be a prop bet in favor of the Giants getting shut out somewhere; here's hoping the dealership laid some money down as a hedge.

"Sorry guys, we're still not selling our domain to you."

Tits, Shoes and Cleats: The Zero Tolerance Approach To Clothes During Four-Legged Soccer

Hardly surprising that this is a good fit. If you went back and told them about it, robber barons would have strange opinions about 9/11 as well.

Oooooooooklahoma where the franchise takes a bath on halftime promotions!

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It was there when last I visited London, in 2008.

Maybe I just have a low opinion about the communication abilities of football players, but I was struck by how articulate Incognito is. He and fellow Big Mean Football Player/sociopath Ndamukong Suh must have studied the same charismatic crazies.

Never thought Incognito was an Irish last name.

For the record, the Tour isn;t in its offseason. The 2013-14 season began four weeks ago.

"Pshh, nise job Mr. Incogneto. Way two liv up to ur name!"

"Hmm, how can I change the Redskins name but keep the tradition of racism? I know, we'll go subtle with it!"

1. Coca Cola Pie

Women and foot-ball? Belichick can't be pleased Gronk is taking this one from Rex Ryan's playbook.

The sad thing is that they think this is the first instance of such slander. I mean, haven't they railed against the abiding oiliness of Chicken Crispers from their bathrooms before, too?

This is just part of her Honors Thesis to earn her B.S. in Fly Collection.

I'm about to slide a couple boneless skinless chicken thighs in the oven. They've been marinating in Redd's Apple Ale, soy sauce, sriracha and garlic.