I love baseball. I love watching just two random teams. But my local radio station carries the Yankees games from NY, and I...just...can’t. Listening to Waldman is like dragging a cheese grater over my face and Sterling is just such a homer that I want to club him to death.

While that was dope, I could have done without the Chariots of Fire themed score on that first video.

I’m going to go buy some milk just so I can shoot it out my nose

Pink Skull, my unwilling laugh of the day is awarded to YOU!

Man that is messed up, and right after he shoots Richie Incognito, I really think we need to take his guns away from him.

First: Thanks.

“Adam Rippon’s body is like that of some sort of atomic-powered sex cheetah, and mine is like a potato-powered sex sloth, clearly different people”

his insistences that he meant nothing by it and that motodoping is a nonissue

One million stars for the perfect usage of Event Horizon.

Somewhere, I have a promotional day poster from that era declaring Matt Nokes, Oscar Azocar and Roberto Kelly as the “Heroes of Tomorrow”. Those were dark days, my friends...

Same year that Hawkins, pitching for the Yankees, threw a no-hitter and lost 4-0.

The Shooting Star Press was his finisher in developmental and the planned finish for that match. They improvised when Brock misjudged the distance.

Makes sense. Big Ben is Grumpy, Jay Cutler is Sleepy and their offensive line coach is Sneezy.

Those of us who came of age in 1991 knows damn well that “flulike symptoms” means AIDS