I might have tried this in curiosity at one point. IIRC, I’d rather starve.

I can see where you’re coming from, and I too, want to believe non-celiac gluten free is crap... but, I can’t.

Normally I wouldn’t care, but I do care that I’m being lumped-in with fad diets and anti-vaxxers when I would straight-up murder the right person to be able to go back to real pretzels and bagels. ...and…

Used to live in South Dakota:

“What did Custer say before he left North Dakota?”
....
“You guys play dumb until I get back, k?”

If I recall correctly, they brought Wade out of retirement for the one thing he would do (for love. Like meatloaf) 

(The wikipedia does show a resume gap)

The defense of last year didn’t show-up until the 2nd half.

And, ffs, his first game.

1990. Superbowl XXIV. The Broncos were the ‘hometown’ team of Western South Dakota. I remember being at the Stock Show in town, and seeing people watching this... and although I didn’t know football, I knew 55-10 meant a creaming.

Man, autocorrect screwed you on that one.

The low-hanging strange fruit, even.

Ok, in fairness though, stints with the Broncos after Shanny, Dolphins, Bears under Trestman, and the Jets....

I thought they had a 6-person committee about what a catch is. I didn’t think they came back with anything...definitely not before the superbowl.

A worthy God could create an explosion 13 billion years ago that would result in me making this silly post on deadspin, right now. I have nothing wrong with that.

No Henry Weinhard?! For shame.

Your words on Virgil’s were too kind.

Dad’s root beer has a sort of nostalgic taste to it.