Jesus are you in a 4 team league?
Jesus are you in a 4 team league?
You and Jay Cutler. And everyone else.
It should have been you, Zack Hample.
Don’t drink alcohol, so the only beer I can bring is Barq’s root beer (It has bite!). Somebody else has to bring the actual beer.
Oh, this is just the overnight “We acknowledge this happened” article. The real meaty takes will be later today.
Yeah, it was really tight before that fourth quarter. Losing Hightower hurt us really bad as the defense just couldn’t adjust to their new roles after that.
Flyover Country dismissal by the sports media, in large part.
In boxing, the Mexican style is basically walking straight forward, cutting off the ring at the corners, and leading with power shots. It means you are willing to eat jabs, basically.
I mean, that’s literally what Mayweather does in every fight, it’s also what Ali did, he just did it in a more entertaining way.
Preventing needless serious injury, for starters.
Protect fighters from themselves (and the other guy. Mainly the other guy)
Ref doing his job, though.
I was supremely impressed Conor made it that far. Really very impressed.
It needs to be stressed that this wouldn’t have happened without crowd-sourcing his identity. The Cville police have made no effort to investigate these people. Every single arrest has come only because private citizens have identified these people and assembled evidence themselves.
You’re still drunk if you think it’s not Mood Muzik 2
I drunkenly order a domino’s thin crust once every five years. The last one nearly put me in the hospital.
The last money I ever spent on a fight was the Duran-Sugar Ray Leonard ‘no mas’ farce of a fix. I’m sure I’m not the only one, either, as everyone in the crowd at the Cow Palace that night felt ripped off that night. In fact, it was the angriest crowd I’ve ever been in in the Bay Area- and that includes crowds of…
Correct on all points. It’s what makes the myriad of steroid cocktails all the more disruptive when introduced into this psyche. I’ve seen life-long friends who were juiced to the gills physically tear into one another at a cable machine in the gym over something too insignificant to be believed. A few days later,…
“....this morning”
“the anonymity of the machine lets them pretend they aren’t really hurting anyone.”