Only baseball has an umpire manual AND a rule book.

don’t act like you didn’t think it was pretty interesting and were secretly hoping for a full-on riot like the rest of us.

Nice.

Unless he was acting like one of those linemen that pick up a dead ball 20 seconds after the whistle and jog down the field looking back and forth w/their arms out, it seems like Ruff-nay knew something about the rule too.

I call, BS, couch. I heard it was a 30 year old weightlifter who was high on a battery acid/cocaine cocktail in a borrowed santa suit who was actually asking people to lob more ice-coke his way. I think it may be you who knows very little about such an important story.

Not mentioned last night, so, I’m glad you brought up the following: The umpire called time out. To me, it’s all dead at that point. Granted the timeout was erroneous, but like a whistle in a football, things must stop. Of course, the timeout didn’t alter anything; no way anyone was throwing Odor (I think; of course…

I was a kicker. I was mediocre to decent. My last game: second round playoff game against Oden Lloyd and the Boston Bandits. I hit two 35+ field goals in the first half. Halftime 6-0. Game tied 14-14 w/last play, I line up for a 24 yarder and shank it to the left. We lost in overtime (their kicker bangs home a 35+…

incomplete pass? safety.

really?

...but I’m always thinking of submitting one or two.

Would that be a Greek porcupine?

I guess, but look at the effect Trump is having on adults.

what? I thought I was playing against real people.

same thing as you smartphone junkies staring at your shit 24/7

or playing Loser while staring into your girls’ eyes...yes the apostrophe is in the right place; I’m a motherfucking stud!

Chiefs at Bengals: There was a big WSJ article this week about the increasing length of college football games. According to the dek, “Already this season, there have been 66 games that lasted for more than 3 1/2 hours and six epics that passed 4 hours.” That’s fucking insane. They have to shorten halftime at college…

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pity is often the worst form of ridicule.

i lived w/a guy who used his t-shirt that he went in there with

LOL, maybe a dry sack pillow.