“Who?”

“Shit.”

With all those anti-estrogenic drugs, he’s going to have a hard time responding to Cormier’s repeated chirps that he’s a giant pussy.

I’d love to hear Jason Whitlock recommend BBQ joints, but that’s about it.

Richard McLaren was my Sports Law professor at Western University in Ontario. He has the best stories:

Good of him to come out of that basement where he's apparently been huffing glue for the last 16 months.

Who's the flat-assed boy in the bikini?

I, too, get emotional cashing my semi-monthly $730,000 cheques.

I wish my dad could just nepotize my lazy, incompetent, untrained ass a job in his field: orthopaedic surgery.

Hold the fucking phone here. How many people personally witnessed Jerry Sandusky sexually abusing young boys and did nothing about it? It seems we’ve read a ton of instances of them “reporting” it to his superiors, but did a single fucking one of them say: “Jerry, stop that!” Or maybe run over and punch him in the…

“In the year we lost the greatest, down goes Frazier.” It was something along those lines. I groaned so loud the vibrations nearly cracked the foundation of my house.

From the police report:

Mitch Williams’s mullet. And tight pants. Goddamn what a memory.

1993: Joe Carter, World Series-winning walk-off home run.

At certain stadiums, yes.

Jake Arrieta, Madison Bumgarner, Johnny Cueto, Jeurys Familia, Jose Fernandez, Kenley Jansen, Jon Lester, Clayton Kershaw, Mark Melancon, A.J. Ramos, Fernando Rodney, Stephen Strasburg, Noah Syndergaard, Julio Teheran.

Dude’s a pretty good chemist. Out in 15-20, comes to on cab ride home.

This guy is going to be great once he learns how to play baseball.

You do understand that part of the reason he’s paid so much is to help ensure the labour force is paid as little as possible, right? It’s not cognitive dissonance. There’s no CBA governing management and owner salaries; just their cut of the profits. Profits generated on the backs, legs, arms, and brains, of a…

Fucking Andrea fucking Bargniani fuck.