They won’t be able to answer that question until Trump pardons either Jerry Sandusky or Jared Fogle, the finalists for their new PR spokesman.

Aaron Hernandez’s sentence ends... oh wait, nevermind.

OJ is out October 1. Running backs coach?

I mean, Rae Carruth is due for parole in like 14 months guys, in case you want to get the ball rolling on that one too.

Did you read where he was wearing his Indians cap or were you too busy looking up fancy words. I guess smart people can be dicks, too.

First, he’s a good friend.

I have a friend who’s dad is 100% Zuni (he’s half Zuni and half Japanese) I asked him what he thought about Chief Wahoo being racist. He told me (while wearing his Cleveland Indians cap), “people should worry more about the poor folks on the reservations than some cartoon.”

They should take the 2019 ASG away from Cleveland; now if I could only remember term for taking back a thing you gave

Now, the tomahawk chop, that’s fucking racist.

I don’t fucking get it. Just change it. It gives you a chance to rebrand, sell a ton of new merchandise, and come out looking better than Dan Snyder. It’s a win-win. And from a fan stand point, it’s not like if the logo changes that there will be a ban on wearing old gear you bought with the Wahoo on it. You can still…

No thanks, anything but Spiders...

The Raiders. It’s all been kid stuff until now. From WYTS 2014, I present my favorite series entry of all time:

I absolutely fell in love with Jeff Reboulet, a sub-mediocre infielder with a sweet mustache, when he was on the ‘03 Pirates. I have some vague memory of him making several absolutely ridiculous defensive plays over the course of the year.

While pitching for the team’s AAA affiliate Iowa Cubs during his comeback, Beck gained national attention for living in a motor home behind the team’s Sec Taylor Stadium (now Principal Park) in Des Moines. Beck warmly welcomed fans to drop by and visit, signed autographs and offered free beer.^[23] He was later traded…

Ken Oberkfell! Just because they called him “Obi,” and the Busch Stadium organist would play the Star Wars theme as his walk-up music (before walk-up music was really even a thing). Nine-year-old me thought that was cool as shit.

Manon Rhéaume. As far as female hockey goalies go, she was good but not so much as an NHL goalie. I liked her since she was kinda hot and never saw her play since she only played in some preseason games for the lightning.

Bobby Bonilla. I memorized a shitload of bible verses to win my childrens’ church indoctrination competition so I could go to Susanville and get a mint Bobby Bonilla rookie card. Like any kid with Corn Flakes for a brain I was convinced that Bonilla was the Pirates’ TRUE killer bee. Every Bonds dong from those days…

I’m not sure how he was during his Red Wings years, but Wregget was the primary back-up in Pittsburgh through most of the ‘90s, and he was always solid and sometimes great when he was on the ice because Tom Barrasso was injured or had lost his mind again. Fond memories of Wregget.

Zarley Zalapski. Darren Turcotte. Murray Craven.

ROD BECK! He made no sense. The line between him being a Major League ballplayer and sales manager at a window company with a cell phone holder on his belt was so, so thin.