Allow me to introduce you to Wim Hof. A man for whom the phrase “dressing for the weather” holds no meaning: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wim_Hof

No.
You and I just witnessed the results of Drew selling his soul.

Richardson was apparently very disappointed to learn he had to sell the whole team rather than each player individually.

A few weekends ago my father asked me if I wanted to go see the National Team play some shitty team. I said only if it was the Women’s team and he was shocked. I’m not about to waste my time watching the guys barely beat Nicaragua or something.

This is all the pro Bowl should be. Silly shit like this, fan meet and greets. Maybe some flag football coached by the players with teams of fans. Fun shit and fan outreach.

This sounds like it was a blast.

As part of the agreement annual ticket price increases are capped at the legal alcohol level of beer in Salt Lake of 1.5%

That’s on her parents, giving her a ridiculous name like that.

There’s only one thing to be done: trade him to the Pelicans for 9 conditional 2nd round picks in the years 2049-2057 with the condition that he change his name to N’Awlins.

Let’s not forget that the internet outrage engine, which frequently includes the former members of Gawker Media, is more interested in kabuki and pounds of flesh than real impact because it’s easier to take credit and pat oneself on the back for immediate overt policy changes than longer-term, hard to measure changes…

Stop, stop. We don’t need more reasons to like him.

I dozed off during part of the game and missed the choke, but I knew it was Boulware the instant I read the headline. Same motherfucker who injured Braxton Miller’s shoulder with a late hit. But let’s give him a Tom Rinaldi puff piece because he’s white and has a developmentally disabled brother. Fuck that guy.

Now THIS is a feel-good story.

Jeff Fisher is 9 losses away from setting the all time record.

I had no idea how close I was to reaching a turning point in my relationship with this sport until last night. Like, I was goddamn hyped for that game and by the end my excitement for the start of the season had been entirely replaced by frustration. The second half was basically a showcase for everything wrong with…

I don’t mind Christianity, I don’t even particuarly mind fundimental Christianity, but I will not be lectured on morals by anyone willing to support a narcissistic, hate-filled monster like Trump.

He then jumped into his Lambo, yelled, “Lexit!” and promptly crashed into a wall - that absolutely everyone saw was there all along - massively depreciating the car’s value.

It never ceases to amuse me that the generation that basically had middle class or better income guaranteed coming out of college and wants low taxes, strong defense and fully-funded Medicare/Social Security thinks Millennials are pampered and entitled.

That last sentence is so true. It was refreshing to watch the 3rd period of a hockey game without a knife in one hand and bottle of bourbon in the other

Any Blues fan who doesn’t admit we have a complex is lying.

Ah yes, the St. Louis Blues bandwagon, where fair-weather fans hitch their hopes and dreams every April, and then un-hitch those hopes and dreams later in April.