Sweet Jesus. They still have the goal posts in the middle of the endzone!?

I almost forgot that there was a time when Shaq wasn’t fat.

Team rebounds are bullshit. SOMEONE MUST GET CREDIT!!!

David Carradine.

You left out the step where you marry a woman 18 years younger than you.

Get me Brett Brown’s number right away.

*body goes limp with orgasmic delight*

Dream Shake Kristaps is the best Kristaps.

I applaud the attempt to combine the good taste of hops with good mouthfeel, even if they fail.

No he can’t. He can perform complex surgeries. Everything else, though... He squints his eyes, interlocks his fingers in front of him, and prays that he can string together coherent words for 60 seconds. So the punt snap would just sail over his head.

He’s so salty, yet can’t throw a ball in the ocean.

When mustard gas was first used in WWI, it was referred to as “not ketchup” gas.

It’s not often that a Canadian tuxedo is the most reasonable thing on a person.

I, too, have always thought of tanks as land submarines.

In Shamrock’s defense, he probably forgot that he fixed the fight.

This was a perfect video.

“Grantland distinguished itself with quality writing, smart ideas, original thinking and fun.”

Purpleskins.

Details of Phil Jackson’s suggestion: join Twitter, only tweet lines from Nine Inch Nails’ “Hurt”.

Chilling. He had to have killed them all to get free time like that.