I’m hours late and I’ll probably get lost in the grayed abyss down here, but re: Star Wars. I’m a fan. A pretty big fan. But I had no interest whatsoever in any expanded universe material (I did read one novel, and I forget the title), nor anything else that fell outside the ‘original six’ saga. I guess that makes me…

Yep - I said the same thing in another comment. This is highly unusual and suggests there’s an underlying condition that weakened his bones to the point they’d fracture sans contact. I do hope his doctors run him through the gauntlet to make sure everything’s okay.

Not that I’m entirely familiar with non-contact bone fractures, but this seems to suggest there’s a secondary cause here. Your bones don’t weaken and fracture like that without, say, a thyroid/parathyroid condition that leaks calcium in to the blood. And that’s just one example. I hope he gets thoroughly checked out.

Thanks, my brain is full of fuck.

I’m not sure this was a “I’m taking back the team!” move. Considering his history and actions just this season, it sure sounds like Mallett is a hammer.

She’s going to effectively erase Margaret Thatcher from the history books.

This is hilarious. It really is.

You’re great. You must be really fun at parties.

Oh, goody. You’re one of those people so wrapped up in themselves that they link to definitions of common phrases and words. I have to ask - does that make you feel good? Do you enjoy it? Do you like being one of those people?

Everything’s bad. Everything’s a problem. I’m a selfish meat sack who will continue to stave off death-cancer by lathering some liquid on my body. The end.

It’s definitely fun watching liberals/progressives mock, trash, and then pile on a guy who has a pretty respectable record and who managed to be the only candidate to not grow horns and seethe with the intensity of a thousand suns in calling fellow Americans (Americans accused of not working with anyone) their top…

Sure, but the NFL is the teams. It’s an umbrella organization, and the commissioner essentially reports to 32 ‘bosses’. They decide, in unison, what they’ll allow. So there is no discretion here.

There’s a comment I never thought I’d see on a gawker affiliated blog.

I know this sounds callous and out of touch to a degree, but I’m not sure what people expect the NFL to do here. Once they sign off on an exception to game day uniform rules, you can expect hundreds of applications for exceptions. Who is supposed to decide which applications are worthy of an exception?

To be honest, I find “Yeah, we ARE stupid jingo blowhards! Eat shit!” to be an apt, default comeback. There’s nothing wrong with it. They can eat shit.

After a local St. Patrick’s Day parade, I was predictably shit-housed and starving. Hadn’t eaten much during the day.

shut up, idiot

Cooler heads prevail, IMHO.

“Don’t.”

Looks like the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway at 5:30 pm, to be honest.