Reading that was a hell of a way to start my day. Come on Schumi!
Reading that was a hell of a way to start my day. Come on Schumi!
I find the entire "sport" grotesque and unwatchable, much like college basketball.
I would love to go back in time and put a composite in the hands of Bobby Hull. I guess I'd first kill baby Hitler if I harnessed the power of time travel, but Bobby Hull and a composite would be high on the list.
What a pussy. If he were a hockey player he would've digested his tongue and kept playing.
"One of the best."
Chilton in 13th.
THE TITLE CHARGE IS ON.
Except he's not a lazy, spoiled, over-privaledged Quebecker who never cared about the game in the first place. They build them right in Ontario.
Ehh, the Oilers will still find a way to lose with him
LINDY RUFF: God damnit. God fucking damnit, guys.
Nothing motivates Thomas more than the thought of giving someone a freebie.
Considering the guy is apparently famous enough to have one of those "put your face in here and pretend to be his girlfriend then take a picture" attractions at a local restaurant, is it really that surprising he was able to pull so much ass?
I think we should be more gracious about ice hockey. I, for one, wish Canada all the best against Finland.
I'm usually not a vengeful guy, but as a true American, today I really hate: 1) Canada; 2) its President; 2) its 10 states; 3) its 3 colonies; 4) its capital, Toronto; 5) the fact that they drive on the left side of the road, like idiots; and especially 7) Justin Bieber
Can you imagine the frustration of sacrificing four years of your life in pursuit of your dream to be the best in the world, only to have all that sacrifice and progress rendered moot by an uncooperative, Russian winter?
I don't think you quite understand just how utterly insane the Group B cars were. Just to give you an idea, the Peugeot 205 T16 Group B car was put onto the Estoril Grand Prix Circuit in 1986. The lap time that was set was fast enough for fifth place on the grid for that year's F1 race.
Because Group B.
SAMIR PLEASE YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK THE CAR