“I started to feel like I was Mel Gibson in Conspiracy Theory”

Still not as terrifying as being named after a Fleetwood Mac tune.

Gonna have to transfer to Cornell to keep up with the academics after that hit.

Good luck to him. Several members of my family thought we had it too, but after reading too many Don Garber statements we realized he was just a post-NASL drip.

Ohhh, “Chinatown for Mexicans,” and here I thought Mexicantown was something else. I get it now!

Their logo looks like a distended anus, probably from shitting on that guy so hard.

ESPN let Kobe finish on its face

It’s easy enough to understand how bold, brash, ballsy, bullshit artists con their ways into jobs they don’t deserve and then cling to their power long after they have shown themselves to be frauds. It’s been clear for a very long time to anybody who is paying attention that much of finance/politics/the entertainment…

There are many, many people in professional sports (and collegiate sports for that matter) who don’t realize that they’re in the entertainment industry and think that what they’re doing is much more important than it is. Chip my man, you would be selling insurance right now if the fans, media and advertisers who pay…

Seems like Chip is recycling his speech from when he couldn’t get it up on his wedding night.

This is a straw man argument. One writer said it’s bad for the game and now people act like everyone has stopped watching it because of UCONN. Nobody was watching it to begin with. I like most women’s sports, but women’s basketball is just a really poor version of basketball.

This will end poorly.

“Hey, great win out there.”

My Theory? Sale is one of the people who complained about the kid. “Methinks thou dost protest too much”

Have to believe it was at least partially because Matt Barnes is a giant fucking asshole.

I have heard that the Giants actually made him the same financial offer as the Sawx, with one apparently significant contractual difference: San Francisco built a weight-monitoring program into the deal, and Boston did not.

I don’t even want to know what Papa John is doing to his bowel. Oh, and then there’s the pizza.

But her hair is covering her tits! How am I supposed to know if she’s funny or not?