Zero techs and zero flagrant fouls in a 7 game finals. And no complaining about calls after games. Great series.
Zero techs and zero flagrant fouls in a 7 game finals. And no complaining about calls after games. Great series.
Judging by the weekend forecast, it's a good thing LeBron chose Miami instead of the Thunder
Just super classy by Pop...great moment.
Just super classy by Pop...great moment.
I really didn't need to know what Phil and Jeannie were doing tonight.
Is it wrong that my first thought is about my fantasy football team right now...
"Should have just got a limo instead of driving that night, Aaron"
With all of the emphasis on gay rights in the NFL this year, I though the first "Player slays dude" story would be a lot different.
Is Ray Lewis' lawyer available?
I wish I could be surprised by stories like this, but you're just kidding yourself if you don't expect a Bill Belichick protege to eventually get mixed up with some hoods.
Especially if you're a reefer-smoking collegian. Totally how it happened with me. First the weed, then I was murdering everyone.
Aaron Hernandez just needs to say he found Jesus and everything will be forgiven. It's the patented Ray Lewis defense.
So smoking marijuana is no longer just a gateway drug, it's now a gateway crime? One day you're smoking some reefer, the next day you're just cold-murdering mother fuckers. Great job Boston Globe!
it's not a shit eating smile, you idiot, it's a "sorry, i am doing the best i can, please do not hate me and my child so much that you start screaming at us like that asshole did last time we had to fly to a family funeral" fake smile.
And everyone invariably replies with their snarky fucking remarks about how they don't have kids and shouldn't have to deal with it. Guess what you hipster/douche/fuckwad you're an inhabitant of this planet just like everyone else. It's my choice to have kids as much as its your choice to be a petulant fucking moron.
The thing is, there really isn't anything you can do about it, though. I live in fear of the day my kid realizes I'm at her mercy when we're on a plane, because what can I do? I have books and crayons and food and if those aren't sufficiently diverting or she's in pain, I'm fucked.