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Hugh-Jack Mancrush
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Yep, as soon as I saw the lead photo I thought, “Excuse me. I’m sorry to both you, but...”

Stupid all around, yes. I just think people who are getting on Hundley for being all “play the right way” don’t realize how often catchers and batter talk or direct stuff at one another. Plus, pitchers and catchers take offense to a lot of shit, rightly or wrongly, and yet they say/do things just like Hundley did

Well, there’s also the fact that complaining about a ball/strike call to the umpire is an entirely different thing...

Kinda hard to argue Hundley was trying to get in Puig’s face when Puig took like six steps toward Hundley (who merely stodd up) specifically to get into his face before shoving him.

But he didn’t tell him to fuck off. He told him to fuck off, got in his face, told him to fuck off again, shoved him, then chased him down and tried to punch him.

All I know is the dude looks like a mouth-breather when he smiles. I’m always ready for him to break out one of those chesty “huhn-huhn-huhn-huhn-huhn” laughs like a doofy teen who hasn’t yet realized they need to wear deodorant.

During that time period (while I too was in college), I loved Quizno’s. But it was too pricey for a poor student to eat all the time, and then the sandwiches became noticeably smaller and skimpier. It’s too bad because the turkey, ranch and swiss with some of that red wine vinaigrette added to it was dope (to me back

OR...McDonald’s is actually just mostly bad.

Overrated? Yes. Mediocre? Not for a drive-thru burger.

Yep, any chain that makes a (real) banana milkshake has my blessing.

The portion about San Francisco was easily the highlight here. I live nearby and until too recently felt guilty about rarely going into the city, but now I’m just like, “Fuck, I wanna see that show, but the theater’s in the middle of Skid Row North and I don’t want to be so close to people who dine at a restaurant

Foster was suspended for gun and weed possession. The woman who accused him of domestic violence said she made up the story and previously served jail time for doing the same thing to someone else.

Ugh, he was only named the national team’s player of the year five times, started every match of the 2014 World Cup that Germany won, was on the Euro 2012 Team of the Tournament, was named Man of the Match after winning the 2009 U-21 Euro, and accounted for 63 goals in 92 caps for Germany, which he chose to play for

Did Jimmy G ask for a bathroom-view table just in case they were bored with the food?

Someone made an award-winning documentary about M.I.A., who’s upset because the doc didn’t focus on her stage persona or make her look cool enough.

Luka Modric is one of the best players in the world and he plays arguably the sport’s most important, impactful position. Croatia’s midfield also has Perisic and Rakitic, so it’s loaded. The same team handled Spain at Euro 2016 and was penciled into the semis before losing to the eventual champion. I’m no sage, but

Yeah, it was a bad call. Belgium probably doesn’t score anyway, but that would’ve been a very dangerous free kick, just like the would-be FK not awarded to Portugal when Quaresma was blatantly fouled late against Uruguay. At least the ref in that match had a poor view as opposed to the guy today who had a perfect view

I don’t know whether to laugh at the oblivious nature of the post or to be annoyed about the fact the author seems to think only Spain has somewhat convoluted naming customs. I can’t wait to read the next article about Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro, who’s no doubt still reeling from not being able to play

Gerund + name/noun titles are the worst, especially with alliteration. Not all are bad films, and I’ve obviously seen plenty, but I generally assume the worst when a film is called something like Saving Silverman or Finding Forrester or Downloading Alice or Stealing Harvard. These titles are so bad and I cannot take

It wasn’t an especially difficult save to make. It was a knuckleball that swerved a little bit as it got to him. All he needed to do was try to catch it. He either catches it cleanly, it falls to his feet, or it bounces out a little further where there were five Uruguay defenders (and zero Frenchmen) staring at the