If you’re talking about the NFL Draft today, you are a fucking idiot with no life.
If you’re talking about the NFL Draft today, you are a fucking idiot with no life.
This beef will remain unresolved, for now.
Hard to believe that there were some shots fired last night by a Laker that wasn’t Kobe.
Panda: Eats, Leaves
Everything I see with Farrell leads to “maybe not.” For supposedly being a pitching coach savant, he has done precious little with this Sox staff over the past 4 years.
The best part is that Farrell, Panda, Dombrowski and Henry all had a meeting together to discuss this entire thing. Farrell comes out in his presser and says that Panda may have hurt himself while taking extra BP since he’s not playing. Panda is then asked about it and gives the above answer.
Really, the overarching…
This was like watching the dead Viking, engulfed in flames, rise from his pyre, chug seven or eight beers, and start piloting a ship towards an island in the Bahamas.
While a very distant third story last night, watching the Celtics overcome a 26-point deficit was also a fun thing in a fun night of basketball.
Porno is the singular form of porn.
Great, great read.
"Ass-hole"
The only aliens allowed at Augusta are the grounds crew.
Hayes’s car was hit moments before the fender-bender that precipitated the shooting, and that Hayes was pursuing the driver of that vehicle.
Watching that collapse reminds me of those old “Wanna get away?” Southwest Airlines commercials, but only if in the commercial the plane crashed killing everyone on board.
I’m not sure ‘we only raised these horses to brutally risk their lives’ is a strong argument for it.
Coogans is where a buddy of mine literally picked up a girl who had passed out on a storm drain and just started making out with her.
barf
If only there was a contest for the most Boston sentence ever.
yeah, “buddy”...