So, to be clear, The Committee, as James Franklin called it last night, decided to apply the the “You won the conference championship” argument to UDub, but then decided to play the “You played a hell of a non-conf” to OSU. There are some questionable optics to both choices when considering Penn State’s arguments for…

There are many days when I think about throwing my phone into Puget Sound and never looking back. I don’t, though. I’d fistbump with Selena if I could.

People who didn’t vote for Donald Trump have to stop thinking that people who did vote for Donald Trump are the human equivalent of Cletus The Slack-Jawed Yokel. If you keep telling yourself they are, and not realize how this actually happened, we will all circle the drain endlessly.

Has the ownership group said anything about building a wall and forcing the internationally-born players to pay for it? I hear that’s the “in thing” these days.

It’s true that everyone has been dreading Thanksgiving since 11/9, but just wait til the epic clusterfuck that New Year’s Eve turns into, with everyone realizing that despite how badly 2016 has sucked ass, you’re heading into the last golden days. Nevertheless, happy Thanksgiving, we’re all here, we’ve got footbaw and…

I’m guessing Arena and Jurgen are actually just going to trade jobs here eventually. Then JK can go right back to his favorite activity, being a dick to Landon Donovan.

America doesn’t need LeBron. America needs Allen Fucking Iverson. A lightning quick no-fucks-given winger who despite his position is always shoot first, pass only when necessary. With shitloads of tats and the ability to call out stupid shit like practice.

Occasionally I come back to read this to remember the time when I had hope.

As a response, the NASCAR race this weekend will now be held in downtown Manhattan.

What’s the best fruit to dump in cereal? Bananas seem like the logical answer but I’m partial to blueberries. Thoughts?

“Hillary wants to stop your casual acceptance of racism, fellas. You gonna let that stand? FUCK NO VOTE TRUMP MOTHERFUCKERS” is what I imagine this playing like in all three of those happy-go-lucky Washington football fans bro-domes.

Delicious Cardinal-flavored tears is the true Breakfast of Champions.

It’s also entirely possible that the over-saturation of college football (as a West Coaster, it starts at 9 AM and last night’s Wazzu-OSU game ended around 11:15, that’s 14:15 of uninterrupted joy) might be causing some folks to actually choose between Saturdays and Sundays. As un-American as that seems.

Nothing conveys the raw emotion of this moment like ending the statement with “lol”. Except maybe the poop emoji.

I need Joey Julius on defense, stat.

There was a similar situation in Game 4 that played in favor of the Lynx, and Cheryl Reeve didn’t make a peep. You want to only call the refs out when it goes against you, be prepared to hear about it from the other side when it goes your way.

Who does the man actually like, I wonder. It seems like maybe his kids, except for the one that he shuns, and maybe Melania?

Are you trying to say Jesus can’t hit a curveball?

When he played with Mark Messiest and Jari Kaarot, that was the bestst.

Why is boarding a plane such a psychological hazard for people? I have never seen worse anxiety in my life than watching people getting in line an hour before boarding is being called.