The biggest balls of the night belong to whomever hit the button to drop that confetti.
The biggest balls of the night belong to whomever hit the button to drop that confetti.
Great writing to capture an an incredible sequence. It has been too long since reading something on Deadspin gave me goosebumps, but this did the trick!
The corollary:
Until Western Powers start showing up, I’m on board with this theory:
Pictured: Hamilton Nolan, PG, Purdue, 1946-47. An ardent New Dealer, after graduation Hamilton went to work for the IWW and now edits their newsletter. Go Boilermakers!
I know. It’s about my next door neighbor.
Panda has already done a fine job of not playing third.
“I just wanted to see Paulie Shore’s Honk if you’re Horny in peace!”
Good thing Curry is a master of the step-back.
I happily snagged Shaw in the last round of my fantasy draft a couple weeks ago. But also, no one cares about my fantasy team.
“What if I just sit down on the base and watched the game?” “I’m afraid that would create a fire hazard.”
Eh, I don’t think it was a bad year at the plate for him, judging by his waist size.
I'm from the south so I know how devastating it is getting the clap from cousins.
Swaggy DNP
Nick Young’s days in LA were numbered way before any of this.
They don’t even have to be white. If I see one more Kara Brown post about woke baes I will rip my goddamned hair out. That shit is embarrassing.
This is a crappy argument. One that the GOP voters are ignoring, too. For years we’ve been told to “be practical” and “don’t throw away your vote”. I’m sick and tired of it because “being practical” means continuing to do half-measures or nothing at all.
We have a Congress that has gone to extreme right. Putting…