I have fucking had it with the baseball writers getting to vote on the HOF.

Got you a close up of the truck driver.

“Why don’t these miserable fuckers just move somewhere where they’d be happier, like maybe deep inside the rectum of the giant, seething beast that is their own feckless rage and intolerance?”

But Cam Newton is clearly out of bounds, hit, and gets no flag — except the one tossed on him for taunting. Even if he taunted, no excuse for the late hit flag not being thrown.

And why the hell is 99 penalized when he makes contact in the field of play. These refs suck worse than that $.50 vacuum I got at Goodwill last week.

It wouldn’t even matter if helmets made contact, because there is no rule about helmet-to-helmet contact on runners, and a QB outside the pocket running with the ball is a runner.

I’m not crying, you’re crying

“Hannah Storm is off today.”

Oh sure. When the dog climbs into an open cop car it’s cute and understandable. But when I do it I’m “going to jail for sure” and “a sick son-of-a-bitch and need to put my pants back on”.

He wouldn’t have gotten hit if he wasn’t acting like such Awini.

IDEA: buy one for yourself attach it whenever you park illegally and remove when you leave.

Or she was hoping he would hit her, guaranteeing him a spot in the Cowboy’s draft.

I could 2 shits about either team but I’ve never been so pissed off watching a team get royally fucked over by the refs.

This is the correct answer to the problem. My property does not get to determine whether I live or die, not for orphans, not for priests, not for the president.

Getting tackled by a girl is nothing to be ashamed of. Now getting tackled by a kicker...

I tend to agree. I already knew he trophy hunted, which makes me queasy in a way that hunting animals you intend to eat doesn’t. This doesn’t add to the negative impression, though. Given that I already know that this is his hobby, the fact that he seems like a relatively pleasant and productive contributor to…

Aside from the PETA individuals who hate hunting, usually for no reason other than “CUTE ANIMALS DYING BAD”... yeah, I don’t see anything here that disturbing.

Seriously.

No snark, Hannah Storm handles these unfortunate and unenviable reports with aplomb, striking just the right balance of professionalism and humanism.