“And you’ll always be pending approval with your single follower. Keep her chin up! You got to start and finish somewhere. That place is the Greys.”

If the final month of the 2016 season felt like Buxton finally turning a corner, the first week of this one has felt like him smashing straight into a wall.

C’mon, Tim. I thought covering the end of Roman reigns was Patrick Wyman’s beat.

Labor forgets its class consciousness sometimes, but capital never does.

Meanwhile, Alex Cole remains at large.

UPDATE: He ditched the Range Rover and stole a second, and when the dealer had his back turned, stole a third.

I know. It’s Assad day.

Geert the fuck out of here.

Psh. I could’ve beat those dogs.

“Hicks, you couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn!”

“... hit a set of spike strips going 115 MPH, subsequently barreled off of the road and into a drainage ditch, launched the truck into the air and landed on a car parked at a restaurant” 

True, but bleacher report is still a shit filled dumpster fire. It’s like the Pepsi of sports websites.

Can St. Louis Piazza even really be considered Piazza?

4. Has Ben Affleck ever met an autistic person?

Well, now, hold on. Did he go to school in the south? They teach you it’s okay to touch cousins like that.

Rest in Pizza-Pizza

tell that to william mckinley

Lynch, who has most recently served as an analyst on Fox