True story- I was studying broadcasting in college in the mid-90s, calling the college games and doing some sideline work and as one of the crew on a sports talk show. Berman singlehandedly made me loathe the profession so much that I quit.

The NBA is gonna have to name SOME sort of award after him. Whatever humanitarian award they give should be retitled in the honor of this man.

Years ago I sat down at Wrigley Field, somewhere along the third base line, excited to watch the Cubs play the Cardinals. I looked to my left, and sitting one seat over, was Sager.

I would never have suspected the Party Llama to come from a miserable family. Never judge a book by its cover!

This is not true at all, actually. I’ve dealt with plenty, from pain and despair and heartache to medical problems (for myself and my wife) to death and disappointment and all sorts of rejection, both personal and societal, which has led to lots of depression (including some of that suicidal) and some substance abuse…

I walked to the statue of Lincoln in the park near where I work. I just stood for a while, and finally muttered “what the fuck dude” before I left. I talked to a statue. I just want to feel better than I do right now and I’m getting creative.

You have to hand it to Marshawn for telling it like it is. Passing him over isn’t a sound strategy.

I’ve seen these guys before:

Diner: “Can I have the double bacon cheeseburger, fries, beer and the injured player walk-through special please.”

Waiter: “Would you like the special teams player injury or can I interest you in upgrading to a starter?”

This. Or when the inevitable new regime cuts everyone or let’s them walk because of the whole ‘not OUR pick’ mindset.

Colin Kapernick should stick to *watches recent game film* uh actually politics and social media