Seems shortsighted to me. What’s he going to do without football? Other than his family, tens of millions of dollars, a Stanford education, and relative youth, football was all he had going for him.

The default, basest fandom for all sports is “I want to win win win and if you do something that makes winning less likely then FUCK YOU!”

I mean, he did just break up with them via text message.

Much like all good colts who have suffered injuries, Andrew Luck will retire to a lovely farm upstate.

* grabs shotgun *

* takes Luck out back *

Dearest Mother,

I teach philosophy at the college level. Every semester I get at least one of these guys (and it is ALWAYS a guy) who says this kind of shit all the time. Once they find out a few weeks in that doing philosophy is less about huffing your own brain farts and more about trying to think clearly and precisely about a…

The Houston one is also an obvious copy of the Oilers logo.

Deep in the heart of Texas beats a different kind of pulse. A spirit untamed. A swagger that can’t be denied. Where big meets bold meets badass. This is outlaw country, inside the lines. This is hell on wheels, between hash marks. This is their home on the range. The Dallas Renegades. Raising hell. – XFL

The Vipeurs

I think you’ve stumbled upon a legitimately good name: Baby Stranglers.

Who are we? The Wildcats! Who are we going to beat? The Wildcats!

This is a Wildcat.  This is what all of these teams are named after. It’s just a slightly bigger outside cat.  That’s it.  Just a fucking kinda bigger cat.  So what, it can maybe suffocate a slightly larger and stronger baby?  How has this little shit become the default name for teams that aren’t original enough to…

Just have a giant Hitler mascot roaming the sidelines, he was a monster, it works!

Guaranteeing right now DC Defenders gonna lead the league in points allowed because fuck nominative determinism

Finally, the league from Any Given Sunday is here for real! 

Billy Beer for everyone in the Bronx then!

The clip is only 57 seconds long, but the ball’s recording device recorded 18 hours of static while it was in right field.

I play co-ed rec league softball, but it’s typically kids in their 20s, 30s, and 40s. For the first time last night we faced a batter in his 60s, and we could not for the life of us get that old fucker out. He probably looked out at the field and thought Imma splash these whippersnapper motherfuckers, because he put…

This reminds me of a story of the time Ted Williams was asked for an autograph by a young pitcher who had just struck him out, which is recounted in David Halberstam’s outstanding book, The Teammates. The relevant portion is pasted below from some random source on the Internet, but it seems accurate enough based on my…

Which league of Dads? Feels like AAA.