If only....

I’d take that kind of “victimization”!

Go, Woo-Sox! Woo-hoo!

I was going to say “Nay!” to the Hair-pothetical letter’s end’s suggestion on the grounds of the Potential For Noxious Caucasians. But I realized that they’d probably already deposited some white shit on us already and that there’s a good chance that his wizened white willie could end up raw from friction burns.

Five bucks for a Tub O’ Prego. Great stuff!

Not all of them. Some of them should be spitted on stakes.

When the Sox were trying to win during the season, they lost. Now, when they tried to lose, they lost. Far cry from 108 wins.

+1 JUUUUST a bit outside...

Most underrated 90s act: Tori Amos. I will die on that hill. A horrid and lingering death. But still.

Diana is talking about how sports in general pushes the woman aside in these stories. Not about the actual Brown story itself.

As a man who has lived in Central Massachusetts for about 80% of my life, the City of Worcester is more accurately pronounced “Wusta”. “Wustah” is acceptable, as is “Wusta <sniff!>“. We ARE irritated by the Mystery “H” (and the Mystery Middle Syllable that contains it) that creeps into most Outlanders’ pronunciation…

Some of the local sports-shouters pointed out the gutless way the Sox ownership executed the firing. Done under the cover of the Pats’ opening night, no press conference (with or without Dombrowski), leaving Cora and the players having to fend off the baying of the hounds.

Michigan women apparently get very judgmental.

I am going to hell by giving you a star.

Wait - a Deadspin poster could be *sarcastic*? I am shocked! Shocked, sir at such a development!

He’s not a communist. But I suppose you lack the capability to grasp the differences.

Blucher!

Nathan Peterman makes stopped clocks that are NEVER right!

Sara:

By and large, french fries need to be eaten IMMEDIATELY. Even those pleasure-center-caressing McDonalds’ fries cannot be resurrected into any edible form once they’ve hit the road to Leftoverville.