I agree with the first part of your opening sentence, but not the second part.
I agree with the first part of your opening sentence, but not the second part.
We’re inside the looking glass, people.
You shouldn’t have to wonder. Look at how he treated Ray Rice before the media got the video and after. If the Patriots went 4-12 this year and people stopped talking about them in week 9, they’d have fired the two club house guys and paid a five figure fine and walked away. Instead, they fucked up and won the…
I think there’s a few things that you need to keep in mind here, and they’re kind of contradictory (as is most of the NFL’s punishments)
This is well fucking done.
Relevant:
I think about this a lot during Red Dead Redemption. The whole time John is talking about how he’s done bad things but he’s trying to be a better person he sounds remorseful even about the bad men he’s killed. But then you get half way through the game and on the Stats page it shows you’ve killed 348 outlaws. And my…
Gotta say I’m surprised by the level headedness of most of the comments on that article.
This question involves jams and therefore requires Greg Howard to weigh in.
If only he’d had a strong father figure, then he might of had stronger bones.
There’s a brutal racial caste system (Koreans, then Chinese, then Hispanic workers, the latter of which are openly disparaged by the salon owners interviewed in the piece)
The original people were much better dancers.
Live Through This is a very, very good album. But “as brilliant as Nevermind”? That is crazy talk.
This does not happen!
I hope someone let some air out of the jamokes first so Tom could have just the right grip for the throw.
Your argument against the text that exist being valid evidence is that you think there should really be more counter evidence?
In the case of your caveat, you’re saying these guys assumed that they had to deflate the balls after the refs measured them just because Tom liked the balls to be freshly deflated no more than 30 minutes before kick off?
I would watch the shit out of a documentary that traces Tom Brady, the sixth round draft pick and bench warmer into Tom Brady, 2nd string QB, post season savior and Super Bowl winner into Tom Brady, perennial All-Pro, model fucker, only untouchable member of the Patriots’ roster and guy who bitches at locker room…
You don’t actually have to care about it to enjoy the show. Those texts messages are the best thing I’ve seen all week.