That's some solid work by Jim Cooke by the way.

No shit?

That’s what my sporting childhood looked like in New York in the 70s. No shit. No real celebration after goals. Just put the ball back down and away we go. I guess Mark Gastineau of the Jets started all the dancing around bullshit.

Rom Romberts is minority owner of the Charlotte Hornets?!

I also tack on “son!” at the end like he used to.

I like the part where everyone is ignoring the original light-hearted Pokemon related post about this guy’s injury on Kotaku. Empathy is certainly a moveable feast here at kinjadotcom!

I’m imagining Jerry Reed’s voice singing your comment. It's great.

+1

Well, fuck. This morning is fantasy football chaos!

Josh Gordon II

wots a wnba?

And from his TV exec character, Edmund Edwards, in Soap Dish (a clip which, criminally, I could not find):

Made the mistake of putting on an NFL playoff game on one of these. At the D.C. Greyhound Bus terminal.

Oh, you men.

“Boyfriend?!”

Holy krzyt!

Dope dopes.

Shoot it. Then shoot yourself.

I look forward to the New Orleans Times-Picayune story on upcoming NHL rule changes.