So, having watched the video, I’d say this actually speaks more to the dominance of the keepers than anything else.

Soccer is a sport that has been played for generations. basketball is a gym class game designed to keep schoolkids running around indoors without hurting themselves during shitty New England winters.

Well, I’m not going to fight 2 billion soccer fans about whether it’s a sport or not. You do it, I’ll wait here.

Please stop saying “PKs.” They are called penalties. Fans in every other country on earth call them penalties. Loudmouth USMNT shills on terrible US broadcasts call them PKs. There is no need to nickname them — it certainly won’t help broaden the US audience. It’s a dreadful American affectation that needs to die a…

Ugh, so much diving.

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No, but I’m sure many of the local high schools football programs do.

She’s being super thorough. She’s basically saying he ignored what she was telling him to do.

The officer mentions Lawful Commands several times. Is... is that normal? Are those special commands or something? Or is the officer just super thorough and doesn’t want anyone to think they may have done something bad?

Isn’t ‘swag’ an item and ‘swagger’ is the trait?

MetsYankMe obviously hasn’t caught on to the fact that bros have pretty much drifted away from the MMA-douchbag look toward more traditional fratboy preppy-style fare.

The Sperrys, Vineyard Vines pavilion (seriously, WTF is that? Was their party sponsored by them or some shit?) and pastel shirts do not lead you to the conclusion that this was not a celebration of the Bro? You must not have gone to college in the Mid-Atlantic or Northeast. This is the embodiment of Bro.

Anyone who funds a museum devoted to themselves in their hometown, featuring a bronze statue with an overstuffed crotch, is basally nothing more than a piece of shit.

I will never not star this photograph.

Vineyard Vines: For when you want to drink yourself stupid, throw a failed slow-motion haymaker, and get kicked in the neck...all while dressed like the preschooler with the coolest mom.

Chop this, mutherfucker!

Marquess of Queensberry rules!!!

Four decades after Mark Fidrych, it’s good to see the Bird make its long-awaited return to Detroit.

Would still rather piss with this person next to me than Curt Schilling

Nice of him to at least use a self-portrait.