Could he *be* any more American?!
Could he *be* any more American?!
I’ve always had great success with the “5 more minutes” (or “Oscar Mike in 5" as they came to know it), but the key was they got an update every minute.
The beauty of this was that this “5-minute” countdown could take 5 minutes, or it could be done in 2. As long as they got a countdown, “minutes” could go by as quickly…
Or like how in America bananas are seen as nourishment while in England they are viewed as aerial projectiles to be hurled at black players?
If my co workers were in a salary litigation I wouldn’t comment either. Also, did you consider your status as a blogger for Deadspin probably doesn’t warrant a response?
Man, these guys really won’t defend anything.
not fair! At the end of 31 day months there are 2 odd days in a row.
The way she kept the bean out of the net was Madrid-worthy, a real valentine to fans of great goalkeeping.
Endler was wiggin’ out this game. Her play buggered comprehension at times. Though also the U.S. offense seemed to peter out.
Food and soda in a gym. Do you want Morants? Because that's how you get Morants.
It’s time like this when Donald Sterling misses being a minority owner.
259 Ks in 417 IP over his career? Seems like he couldn’t really Frohwirth a crap.
I haven’t finished the essay yet, I got to the part where Victor was trying to get the info to call Drew’s wife but couldn’t unlock the phone.
It’s really dusty in here!
I have a video saved on my phone and computer, it’s of us at PT when she’s about a year and a half and taking her first steps.
Also very familiar with your wife.
Can’t tell you how many text messages I exchanged with friends seriously worrying about the health of a person I have never met and will likely never meet.
Oh my fucking god, Drew! I’m so sorry that you went through that and I’m so fucking happy you’re alive! To share I went through something milder than that last year. I had 3-4 episodes where I was shaking badly. One time when I was going to work and it was so bad I couldn’t put the lid on my coffee; a stranger had to…
“Mohammed, there goes that Ramadan!”