De Camptown ladies?

If it helps, I pretty much enjoy schadenfreude of all kinds. I mean, the stuff from Cleveland is like, well, if schadenfreude was heroin, it’d be China White, but, you know...

I’m shocked not to see Magary on the byline here.

Or Tebow. Ride the jersey sales into the abyss.

As someone who didn’t read the article: I just got a cannabis oil concentrate rig and a SmokeBuddy personal filtration unit.

Basically, that’s my plan, and I recommend it for anyone without cats. Cats shouldn’t do honey oil.

Hey, found it.

I still watch, and I’m not going to act like I’m going to stop anytime in the near future, but goddamn, it’s getting hard to watch. Like when Ricardo Lockette got taken out, and finally moved his hands, I was like... YAY, he’s not paralyzed!...

... but he probably won’t live to see his 55th birthday.

Oh sure, they used to be like “Man, he doesn’t know what day it is, but man, that GRITTINESS of getting back in the game when his team NEEDS HIM.”

Now they will just be like... “I don’t know what’s wrong with him after that play!” even if the guy was clearly knocked unconscious.

That’s true, I’ve noticed the Fox Sports studio guys will be more than happy to say where things failed, and they’ll call it what it is.

The game announcers almost sound like they’re coached NOT to say it.

My favorite part of the new NFL is how the announcers will discuss, at length along with telestrater assisted replay to diagnose an injury: collarbone? Dislocated shoulder? How about what ligament it was in the knee?

Guy gets a concussion? “Looks a little shaken up on the play.”

Yeah, I actually really liked the book and like the movie for totally separate reasons.

The book itself isn’t really a treatise on why the military is great, or at least that wasn’t my estimation of it. It felt more like a pretty standard war memoir that just happened to be in space.

Truth be told, with the exception…

How do any of these stack up against the microwavable, mini-pizza delivery system of my youth, mini-bagel pizzas?

I only remembered them as I tried to remember if I’ve ever had Totino’s Pizza Rolls.

I watched it off and on when it was first airing, mostly because at the time I was working retail so I couldn’t stay up every Friday and Saturday night.

Even so, I like Sealab 2021 a lot, but it hasn’t held up as well as Frisky Dingo. Some of that is that it’s Reed and Thompson’s first show, then there’s a sense that…

I’m actually working my way through Sealab 2021 right now, and you can definitely tell that, maybe after season 1, they realized they’d have to start doing way more of their own animation to do what they wanted instead of just rehasing the Hannah-Barbera frames.

By the time Captain Tornado Shanks rolls around, it’s the…

I actually was unaware that Off the Air was a regular thing, but once upon a time, I was working a 3rd shift gig alone, and walked past the breakroom where someone had left the TV on, and I was transfixed by a golden eagle killing the fuck out of various animals by knocking them off cliffs, complete with psychedelic…

I just rewatched the second season of Frisky Dingo for the first time since 2008, and that show held right up, despite knowing it’s going to end on a [spoiler?] unresolved cliffhanger with almost all of the supporting characters dead and the main characters abducted by aliens or worse- family.

Can’t believe it’s almost…

I don’t think the nickname *has* to be a dick joke. They just have to be able to photoshop a dick onto it. I mean, who remembers Clark the Cub?

No shit. I got hot takes on Warren Moon's speed over here.

I needed *something* to clearly mark this as satire. No one praises Blaine Gabbert.

I really think that when you’re a player like Cam, yes, he has the raw athleticism of a Michael Vick, Donovan McNabb, or, hey, even a Warren Moon.

He just doesn’t have that gritty, lunchpail attitude that Tom Brady brings to the locker room in Foxborough, or the on-the-field leadership of a Peyton Manning, or even the…