Colleges in California are already prohibited from competing for NCAA championships, because they are in the weak ass Pac-12 Conference.

Not a singular moment, but rather years of playing football (and to a lesser extent baseball) with extremely noticeable, terminal swampass. Just a giant circle of wetness from my crack to my taint whenever I broke a sweat, accentuated by our bright red football pants. I became so well known for it my nickname was…

Found my dad’s burner account...

It was nice of the Bills to give him a try. It was also nice of the Colts to give him a try. 

For reference, I checked his Wiki page and he played for the national team in England, which is kind of an achievement, as competitive as doing so in soccer maybe. Comparatively, a lot of the kickers from Australia who’ve cropped up in the NCAA and NFL recently are just that, high-level athletes who are good players…

That is 100% the QB’s fault.

Britain in the NFL > the NFL in Britain

This must be fake news. I mean, he’s Mexican, and according to our President, he must then be a rapist or a drug dealer or something, and everyone knows those guys don’t have time for physics equations.

I’ve gotten hooked on rugby sevens, myself. The pace of play is excellent.

I love how the default tackling attempt in the 70s was to try to rip the ball carrier’s head off his body. Having played men’s club for a long time, I’m glad that is no longer legal.

One of my all time favorite sports moments.

I submit to you that the actual greatest try ever didn’t even come in a rugby match, and ended with the Stanford band on the field.

Presidential candidate NFL coaching equivalents:

It’s extremely rare that a cyclist puts anyone in danger by not being “experienced in driving in traffic.” It’s even more rare that a cyclist would put anyone besides themselves in danger by doing so. On the other hand, car drivers are piloting around several tons of metal at very high speeds, so when they fuck up…

yes, there’s very fine people on both sides

I know a ballroom dancer who does this. Backwards, in heels. 

Counterpoint:

Last year’s loss was excruciating but excusable. They were missing Chris Paul and it was possible to look at 0-27 as some cosmic anomaly. Sometimes, sports is cruel.

Now do Johnny Manziel on ibogaine, in the style of Hunter S. Thompson.

If the drummers were pervy and/or deceptive douchbags, then yes, the comparison is apt.