If he doesn’t clean up his act soon, he’s flirting with a multi-game suspension.

Whether Stuttgart are back and performing well in the Bundesliga in a year or two, and whether the goals of Green are a key part in getting them there, is now a matter to a large extent in Green’s own hands.

Finally, Richard Sherman admits to pass interference.

Good god. What’s the big fucking deal. It’s just a finger.

Well, I mean, this wasn’t a minor offense that you wouldn’t want to ruin an athlete’s life over, like punching a woman in the face or raping them.

This is the same reason I won’t adopt a child.

Nice bait. I know this is bait because if you were serious, you’d be over on ESPN.com, instead of here.

I was not commenting on the correct way to stop faster. It was a joke on the action of braking by using disco era slang. I am sorry I had to explain this.

It’s also an oddly prophetic Brexit commentary. If you rearrange the letters in Rogue One, you get Gone Euro.

Well, I’ll boycott the Holiday Bowl either way, just to be safe.

It would be more fitting if you did it without my permission.

Not only is it dumb to assume things would have been the same under a completely different set of rules, it is absolutely pointless as well. Hillary still lost and the popular vote is meaningless.

I would like to state that I don’t think it is okay to fuck the elephants, under any circumstances.

I keep thinking back to my high school English teacher. If I had turned that in as a sentence in an essay, he would have handed it back to me and said “You like to show off? How about you diagram this sentence for the class.”

Part of the reason I love James Harden so much is that it seems like every season has a new narrative with him, and I get to decide if I love or hate him all over again. He’s like the Jimmy McNulty of the NBA.

Pick one, motherfucker.

I know this is going to seem crazy, but hear me out.

Phil’s very broad shoulders make me uncomfortable. He’s too wide.