And the on-deck circle for switch hitters is right behind the catcher.

If he’s looking for an offensive line, you can’t beat the red one across his kid’s bean bag.

this projects to be a long game of chicken

My man in the lower left looks like he wants to party.

Skins gave the GM permission to go to the combine, only to take it back. Typical.

“Karma’s a bitch!”

zen and the art of mediocre management

I need to take a shower after reading this

Slippery little boy child slaps the skin balloon through the meat trees of the big beef daddy.

Nate wasn’t quite sure what to do, then a brilliant idea suddenly donged on him.

I wish I had been there to throw a dead fish at her

When oil is obsolete, what will be the more primitive place: Texas or the Middle East?

Ah the old “I’m not drunk I am just too stupid for counting and letters but I am okay to drive” defense. Gets em every time.

To be fair, there isn’t anything between the G and T in football.

Next week on the Ringer: 8 articles about hypothetical trades the Celtics could have made, 2 articles about which characters from MTV reality shows most resemble the 2007 Patriots offensive line.

First call I’ll make if I’m in charge: Kobe Bryant. Because Kobe understands winning. He understands, also, these players, you know? And so I would call. “What role you want, bro?” If you got a day, just give me that day, I’ll take that. Whatever time he has, I want him to come and be a part of it.

Buddy Hield, a player whose potential lies entirely in his shooting, has a worse 3-point percentage than Demarcus Cousins, a man the size and shape of a grizzly bear.

Deandre Jordan is more of a Maverick than John McCain.

the only thing i care about in football is when the winning team lines up to gently kiss the tip of the president’s penis and receive a championship muffin