As Betty Everett famously sang, "If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his dick. That's where it is." Wait.…
As Betty Everett famously sang, "If you wanna know if he loves you so, it's in his dick. That's where it is." Wait.…
Or, in Bro
I wish they could get rid of that jack-hole Joe Buck too. Their east coast bias against the SF Giants makes the games unbearable to listen to. FOX sports in general... If they're covering a Giants game, they'll interview the opposing team's waterboy's uncle before interviewing the Giants players, coaches, and staff.
If you look closely, you’ll see that this helmet pays homage to some of Indiana’s more successful brethren in the Big 10. There’s red, for Ohio St. It has stripes, similar to Michigan. And it’s reflective, for Penn St., whose fans still need to take a long look in the mirror.
Might as well pinch run for the guy. He's useless if he gets to third base.
Although listed as a hit by pitch in the box score, it was actually a base on balls.
I always used to say that sriracha was the Grant Hill of Bill Simmons', but then he had to go and miss a few years with a hyperextended metaphor.
Last time a Cable snapped an assistant coach ended up with a broken jaw.
But fish fans can’t love one of the competitors. They get no joy from victory. They have all of the downside of watching sports with none of the meaning.
the Nets didn't respond to questions.
Man, I fucking love sports.
I love how alcohol-specific this is. I need a real Coke somewhere in there for every kind of hangover though. Goes well with the dry toast and the whimpering.