You don't seem to understand how jokes work.

uggh...why are so many writers on this site becoming hipster douchebag trolls?

All other baseball plays GTFO.

If we kept the American conventions, I imagine it'd be a Brazil/Spain final, with an undefeated Ivory Coast getting shafted and finding roaches in their motel in downtown Charlotte for the Belk Bowl.

Bring the kids. We got entertainment for the whole family.

A dive? He clumsily kicked the turf – hard enough to take a divot – and sent himself flying. A klutz, sure, but let's save the public shaming for the actual cheaters.

He's serious. Engblom or the other announcer said Maxine was bleeding profusely.

When did Denis Lemieux become an official?

He fell. No one wanted him to, not even Orr. Freak accident, you babies.

Greg, as much as I enjoy you as a writer and a fellow Arsenal supporter, I have to take umbrage with one thing: the two sides are not regarded as equals. Let's forget all the factors that we can't see, and focus solely on the almighty pound.

He did a good job of Demonstrating Value, Neglecting Emotionally and Nurturing Dependence, and is off-the-chart on Inspiring Hope. But when you fail to Engage Physically, it ruins Separating Entirely.

Right, any self-respecting Gooner refers to them as Spurts or Spuds.

To compare Yuengling to those other 35 incarnations of stale urine is an insult to the people of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Hopefully you will celebrate Independence day by fucking off back to England.

"Reading even further between the lines, Cristiano Ronaldo, who used to play for Man U, conspicuously opted not to celebrate after scoring for Real Madrid during the game. A sign that he may follow Mourinho to United?"