Sure, it’s a little wordy, but it’s not like the league’s full of guys who don’t know how to use their brains.

What you’re looking for doesn’t exist. Private projects like www.fatalencounters.org is the best we have.

—every bit as baffled by the even larger backlash against LeBron James six years ago—

Who’s drinking America this weekend?

What’s the New Jersey equivalent of Temecula, out of curosity?

The only way he’d be in the clear is if he turned around and gave the helmet and jersey to another charity—but there’s no record of him doing so.

That’s the dude from Roseanne, too. TFoL predates it, sure. But let’s not forget his bit role as plastic spoon whatever doesn’t matter he’s hot even as trash.

#HotCupofPoison is also the recommended beverage of choice for watching Grace.

something something an entire chapter of The Signal and The Noise something something

[beaten to the obvious punch again, disregard]

Still, they’re weird people, because weird circumstances brought them here.

[deleted, not the first to make the mirror joke, but certainly among the worst]

“Also, billionaire asshole Irsay is holding out on me.”

Mark Emmert would like a word with you about providing athletes with the ability to eat.

If a take falls in a vacuum, is it really hot?

Someone with editing skills get Shia Labeouf’s head on that man.

Part of me wants to believe he’s faking it as a clock-stopping tactic.

That URL, though.

Does Darren Rovell carry an epi pen for priceless moments like this?

They’re not meaningless; consider how many felonies and misdemeanors were overlooked just to get the championship.