My favorite one, seen at a porn shop in New Orleans, was “Thicka than a Snicka”

I’m a sports writer at a small newspaper, mostly covering high school sports, and several years ago I did a story on what life in the dugout is like for high school players. Everybody has a job, whether it’s chasing foul balls or charting pitches. By the time they get to high school, at least with good teams, it’s a…

Just be careful you don’t take that shit into a Caitlyn Jenner story. You’ll have a posse armed with torches and pitchforks at your door within the hour.

C’mon now. Everybody knows that’s a Detroit thing.

The amazing part? Three weeks later the fan was introduced as the 87th member of the nWo.

To Dilfer’s credit, he’s readily acknowledged that he didn’t live up to his potential as a first-round draft pick. He’d probably be the first to admit he wasn’t the reason that team won, too.

“Doormat Salesman,” eh?

Well, Billy Cole only got four games for this, so Pacman probably would’ve had to leave Cooper’s brain splattered on the turf to get a full season.

I throat-slashed many times. I’ve even gotten fined for it.

Meh. This one was better:

About the only reason he walked away was because his teammate was on top of things and pushed him away. I think the same guy (looked like No. 2 or No. 7, hard to tell which from the angle) came back after the initial incident and pulled off another teammate who was starting to get mouthy with the ref.

Yeah, but if the choice is death or going back to Cleveland and watching another 50 years of shitty Browns football, the Cleveland fan is probably walking around with a paper target on his back. At best, he’s suicide-bombing someone else.

Just trying to make everyone aware of the situation, I assume. The other guys were looking the other way, probably couldn’t hear anything because of the music, and you never know what some dingbat might do for their 15 minutes of fame.

The fullbacks at Baylor still do that. Mostly off the field, though.

We haven’t even heard the side of their argument. Assuming these kids are scumbags before hearing what drove them too this is absurd. But oh well.

Plus, no team has ever had a punt formation where the “DB” lined up 15 yards behind the line of scrimmage, off to the punter’s right. This play was directly set up by the coach. I don’t have inside information, it’s just that there isn’t any other plausible explanation.

Fellatio? Please.

Couldn’t help but laugh at No. 11 for BYU coming over to give the ref a hug as he signaled touchdown.

The Citronaut looks like if Kazoo from The Flintstones got drunk, crash-landed in Orlando, decided to enroll at UCF, joined a frat and took six years to earn a degree in criminal justice.

Don’t forget the ridiculously long supply lines the Chinese would have to establish. The Americans, with allies and bases in Japan, South Korea and other scattered areas of the Pacific, would have a better chance of invading China than China would of invading the U.S.