It’s not that they specifically block Kotaku, it’s because it comes up under “games” in whatever SEO type set-up they have. For example, I can use yahoo, but can’t use fantasysports.yahoo.

When it comes to takes with this guy—forget about the curveball, give’em the heater.

I’ve told this story before, but in middle school I once hollowed out a peach, microwaved it, and then stuck my dong in it. But I made the peach too hot, so it kinda burned me. WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE, AM I RIGHT? No? Shit.

Will this be in instagram with him promoting a protein shake?

You’re a fucking hack and you have no clue what you’re talking about. I didn’t even come close to alluding to HOF. He’s just a way better QB than Kaepernick is.

Russell Wilson and Kaepernick aren’t even close to being the same. Wilson could work in any system. He’s a cerebral quarterback than can play, processes information, make decisions that won’t hurt his team, and doesn’t rely solely on his athleticism. He left college as the most efficient quarterback in history and…

He fucked the Cubs right in the pussy.

First rule of nicknames: You can’t pick your own.

This is also a reminder that the continued explosion of the NFL’s popularity has almost everything to do with fantasy football.

I fucking hate those people. DC metro has that problem too.

I don’t think he’s funny as much he’s just a good impressionist with this tiresome shtick, but his transition from Berman to Steven A. was flawless.

What happens if they start showing murders? Or car accidents? Or suicides?!

I challenge you NFL:

I’m putting this all on Jay. He is the biggest douche in all of sports braodcasting.

Michigan announcers saying they’ve never been involved with a game that ended like that. Apparently they were’t working there in 2007.

The fact that you mention “high school track coach” voids your argument.

The fact that you mention “high school track coach” voids your argument.

The fumble rule should be like the rugby knock.

“Completion of the act of a catch” or whatever they call it these days, should only apply with one hand being used. Other than that, the instantaneous moment of two hands + two feet = catch.

Pretentious South-Sider, now there’s an oxymoron.

This is too good. I’m a lifelong Mariners fan and I cried during that game too, the same way I cried after Super Bowl XLVIII, which is the exact opposite way I cried and came unglued after Super Bowl XLIV.