Thomas Robinson DNP—There was a fucking snake in my locker.

Hopefully Miss Stiviano will issue a statement soon. I feel as though she's been unfairly characterized as a gold digger and deserves a chance to clear her initial.

I don't know why but this bugs me.

I thought the worst column in baseball was the lineup card in the home dugout at Wrigley Field.

Dumb ass—acting like a three year old.

He likes that shot from the elbow.

Exactly— let them blissfully enjoy their scrapple thinking they have the market cornered on delicious pork based breakfast items. Screw them. Those who know, know.

I'm blown away.

I don't know that I'd say he's that big a drinker—just a couple swigs to wash down the Vicodin doesn't really count.

They have a plane waiting at the airport to evacuate the Ukrainian athletes should the situation worsen—it'll be wheels up in less than an hour.

Who said Johnny Weir doesn't like the V?

Wow, big ups to her!

Any way you slice it that's a bad way to end a tournament.

You know what they say: Shooters get sutures.

Guy brought it every night—grape player.

She recruited a bunch of other people to be in Wendy's commercials but it turned out they couldn't act as well as she thought.

He attracted attention to himself by dodging sharply to the right every quarter mile.

Probably a combination of things.

That was just me Jenting.

Seemingly lost on everyone is the fact that Drew Magary mentioned Quaker Oh's—which are pure x2—and never got a second. Seconded.