Considering the full spectrum of team names, from specific (Seminole) to specific-generic (Illini) to generic (Indians) to generic stereotype (Braves, Warriors) and all the way to outright racist slur (I’m looking at you, Dan Snyder) the fine line that’s more problematic to me isn’t the generic appropriation — which…

Mmmmm, herby. 

I don’t believe for one moment that Ratto isn’t and hasn’t been day drinking. 

I hate this whole dance, to the point where I curse a bit more freely now that the kids are older.

“Ohhh, that fellow Edwards!

As they say, better to be good further down the football pyramid than great at the top of the football pyramid scheme.

Carl Pickens!

Damn, that’s a deep cut!

Coming back way later to admit that I bought the first book because of this very blog and, yeah, folks, do yourself a favor and read the dang books.

GTFO here with your pearl-clutching bullshit. “Private lives as fair game” has been the story of American journalism since 1796.

Clever and novel use of “dead spin” as invective

Pro tip: Maybe don’t help ungrey the grey who just owned you.

I come here for sports and this big whiny article is the final straw. I tried to contact your new ownership to let them know but I couldn’t find anything.

Trump: “Before they decided, ‘We gotta call ourselves Russia.’”

Legit question: Isn’t it possible that there are municipal concerns and not Tesla that are demanding a human presence in these tunnels?

Matt:

C’mon, Jimmy. Just change your name. Put on a pair of shades. It’ll buy you at least two seasons.

They have a right to bare arms, dammit!

That’s a hell of a story. The northeast corner of Ohio is truly a world unto itself.