You go, Gronk. This will have the lace jockstrap folks here whinging at hyperspeed.

You go, Gronk. This will have the lace jockstrap folks here whinging at hyperspeed.

The truth is, being comments does not abdicate the need for correct form....

None of your “corrections” are an improvement; none of his comments are grammatically incorrect, as they are comments, not sentences; and the assertion that passive voice is preferable to active is — and you know this — just wrong.

You’re winning the star war. But it really is just so mean of you to criticize his unbelievably fucked up and completely “huh?” comment. You should be kinder to people with impediments, and this person has several.

This is what happens when you let someone throw the equivalent of a rock at 90+ mph at someone else. People are going to get hurt — but no one cares, as long as we get our dose of sports. Barbaric and indefensible.

No. They just stopped talking to you. Because you bore them

No. They just stopped talking to you. Because you bore them

Maybe they’ve figured out that you’re not worth wasting their breath on.

Maybe they’ve figured out that you’re not worth wasting their breath on.

They’re ignoring you.

You are a really good person who is so woke. Would you friend me on Facebook?

The New York Times sports section devotes itself these days to vital socially-relevant aspects of athletic competition that few people start to read and no one ever finishes, front-page splashy coverage of obscure competitions in dismal places and the University of Connecticut women’s basketball team. This last…

The New York Times sports section devotes itself these days to detailed analysis of vital socially-relevant aspects of athletic competition that few people start to read and no one ever finishes, front-page splashy coverage of obscure competitions in dismal places and the University of Connecticut women’s basketball…

The clueless witling who wrote this absurd pastiche of outright lies should turn on his television right now to CBS. You know what he’ll hear? Birdcalls, at Augusta National — so many that it sounds like an aviary.

The clueless witling who wrote this absurd pastiche of outright lies should turn on his television right now to CBS. You know what he’ll hear? Birdcalls, at Augusta National — so many that it sounds like an aviary.

Obviously, Jenkins doesn’t understand that Augusta is an oppressive miasma of privilege and all, or that the Masters is everything that’s wrong with us. But then, he was a golfer too, so he’s just part of the whole nasty gub gub gub....

Obviously, Jenkins doesn’t understand that Augusta is an oppressive miasma of privilege and all, or that the Masters is everything that’s wrong with us. But then, he was a golfer too, so he’s just part of the whole nasty gub gub gub....

I went to the Masters about fifteen years ago. It was absolutely wonderful. Nice to be someplace where everything works, where no one shouts “Ba-ba-BOOEYY!,” and where the sandwiches cost $2.50.

I went to the Masters about fifteen years ago. It was absolutely wonderful. Nice to be someplace where everything works, where no one shouts “Ba-ba-BOOEYY!,” and where the sandwiches cost $2.50.