Those early to mid 90s Cardinals teams were..... They were something. They had some real talent, but just couldn’t get it done. Speaking of 90s Cardinals, HARD HITTIN’ MARK WHITEN, BABY!!!!

Please cast Samuel L. Jackson in that movie.

I didn’t record it. But Dead Cross and Secret Chiefs is like 75% of the way to a Mr. Bungle reunion.

Had to read this twice because I thought you wrote RON GANT.

So does 45, but that’s because of his baby hands.

Scenario: The Kyrie deal gets undone. Pelicans, desperate for salary cap space, move Boogie and at least one other big contract (no idea who because I don’t follow the Pelicans but would laugh heartily if it’s Rondo) to Boston for IT, maybe the Nets pick and spare parts. Rozier becomes the PG in Boston.

Jesus Christ man. Fucking proofread and use some goddamn punctuation.

Dead Cross featuring Jello Biafra - “Nazi Trumps Fuck Off”

My fiancée is from central Illinois and fucking LOVES scrod. Like it was her nickname at one point. She’s never been to New England.

To be fair, All Dressed chips are REALLY fucking good. And this is coming from a native Tennesseean.

Curveball:

Converge - “Under Duress”

United Nations - “Stairway to Mar-A-Lago”

Bubbly Creek is still a pretty fucking horrible place

Apparently he was recruited as a tight end coming out of high school.

For tomorrow....

“Goodbye Horses”

Hey, it’s The Cure. Sweet pants there, Robert Smith.

Matt, my dude. PLEASE tell me there’s a damn good reason you moved to South Dakota. Something like, you’re counting prairie dogs for the government, or you’re repairing the Corn Palace, or you’re a motorcycle mechanic in Sturgis. NO ONE WILLINGLY MOVES TO SOUTH DAKOTA