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I’m sure this is the strategy for Brazil soccer bloggers during the men’s World Cup.

After us arguing for 20 minutes he agreed to pay me Thursday.

Still made of flour, though. :-/

Needs to be said: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA @ Corey Crawford haters.

Who cares if they’re band wagon fans? Their hockey team is great and this is creating a generation of hockey fans in Chicago. The Bruins had a similar phenomenon in the 1960s and 1970s with the Bobby Orr teams. And those band wagon fans became lifelong fans. You should probably look in the mirror and ask yourself why

Jesus Christ. Stop being a penis and just enjoy the fact that your team is awesome and finally have the fan support previous ownership did their best to snuff out. Cry-asses everywhere.

Most steaks simply need salt and pepper. Salt and pepper a steak and set it out at room temp for about an hour. You’ll get nice meaty STEAK flavor which is why you buy steak. As Alton Brown says one of the best steaks for grilling is the skirt steak. Cooks fast and even.

Pliny is tasty, undoubtedly. But also a bit overhyped/overrated. If you ever see Russian River’s Blind Pig on tap, drink many of them.

cmon, no Aprihop? This is basically just a list of IPAs.

I’ve had several of my friends rethink their hatred for IPA’s by giving them a Cigar City Jai Alai. They’ve usually said the sweetness helps offset the bitterness of the hops. White oak aged Jai Alai? No IPA hater would stand a chance.

LeSean McCoy is in al Qaeda.

Or a swordfish.

I know “the kids” may not care about this guy, but Bob Ley is fucking great.

15 years ago, 16 year old me thought Bob Ley was lame. About five years ago, I started realizing how awesome Bob Ley really is. This is the icing on the Bob Leyer cake.

Better than getting ‘blackeyed’.

It’s completely baffling that no one wants to workout an aging RB on the downside of his career who brings a PR nightmare in his pocket. This is a complete mystery. Luckily DeMaurice Smith, being familiar with occam’s razor, found the simplest solution: a giant conspiracy.

I think your irony meter is broken, fella.

Hossa: “You want me to autograph it for you?”