Wenzel-Dashington
Wenzel Dashington
Wenzel-Dashington

"Can we get a refund?'

He got his moves from his Uncle George

15 watches, AND a 20.00?!?!?...cold hearted bastards...

I bet that $20 will show up next December when Paul puts on his winter coat.

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Why only a single $20 bill? That's not enough for pizza AND wings!

"By the way - very, very few slaveowners killed their slaves. It was extremely economically disadvantageous to do so. You need to rethink your plantation stereotypes."

Beat me to it, fairly confident that when a player blows out his ACL, the owner can't take him out back and shoot him. Pretty sure on draft night the owners don't rip the players away from their wives and children while they are sold to someone else. Do the players get screwed within the context of their sports?

Please don't compare modern athletics to slavery again. Do the players live comfortably and free on their own accord? Is this job completely voluntary? Not a plantation, never will be. Have some respect for what the slaves went through.

Somewhere there is a pitcher is looking forward to brushing Gomez back for show boating and going in for that second hug.

I'm just going to say what everyone in America, except his wife, is thinking right now: fuck Colin Cowherd.

@DonovanJMcNabb How do I look in my mugshot? What do you think?

I guess he wasn't aware you can have a tie in a mug shot.

1983 - Danny Ainge basketball camp, Provo UT. Ainge brought in Cedric "Cornbread" Maxwell to help with the clinic. For the 11-year-olds, they had a hydraulic hoop/backstop that lowered the rim for an actual slam-dunk contest. With Maxwell, Ainge, Steve Trumbo, Greg Kite and Frank Arnold all watching, I decided to

When I was in 4th grade, I joined the newly formed "Dad's Club" softball league. Being a new league, there were few regulations in place. So there was a notable lack of a mercy rule.
In one of our first games, we played a team with an above-average group of fourth graders. Meaning they could all hit. My team,

Once in my sophomore year of high school...in Phys Ed we were playing Tee ball in the gym... yes Tee ball...Yes in the gym..(Winter in Milwaukee) and it was boys v. girls. Boys get 1 out, girls get 3 , one strike out = an out. and all of my friends were killing it, hitting balls to obscure corners of the gym, all

Tales of Gym Class Glory (or Shame) should be a reoccurring article.