Thirsty Dick blocked me on twitter because I called him out on complimenting the Dr. V story before every assholed backpedaled off loving that story just because (much like my johnson) it was long.

Exceptionally grim would be renegotiating broadcast contracts with leagues.

I thought this post was going to be a commentary on the matching t-shirts. I’m sick of that shit too!

“This is fucking great.”

No.

the Hoya athletic department unsuccessfully attempted to lure several big-name coaches—Notre Dame’s Mike Brey, Harvard’s Tommy Amaker, and Xavier’s Chris Mack, per an industry source—to fill the position after employing the services of search firm Korn Ferry.

Just a few miles away from Bob Hayes’s aunts house!

Dave, I see Big John in Petworth all the time. Sitting at the dumb traffic light on fifth street all the time. Does he have family here or something?

I’d forgotten this, but Desmond got really mad at Andy Polley (!) on air last fall and it was great.

Why do reporters always lie about their subject’s looks?

I just can’t read sportswritering like this anymore:

I was wondering why the crowd was so sad for a final, but just saw the tournament experienced two days of rain delays. Brutal. 

There were handjobs in the original book. How about the sequel? 

I will be very sad if at least one of the guys is not named Sal.

John Kerry has lied about running Boston as well.

Re: my previous comment. Not winning the Gold in Beijing is the excuse my broadcaster pal gives as to why Fed kept going after 2008.

A well-connected tennis broadcaster said in a production meeting in 2006 that he had it on good authority that Federer planned to retire after the 2008 US Open. I still give him shit about it.

There’s always a highlights truther.

Sheesh, Peter, it’s not like Robin Williams died.

Forgive me Lord, I pulled a Wahlburg.