Do you remember the first snap he took? He looked like a rocket ship when he hit the straightaway at the 35:

Jordan Reed’s more like

Bullshit. Joe Jackson is a no talent hack who only got to where he did by exploiting his children’s talents with no regard for their well being. He has no place being elected to the hall of fame.

As a Michigan fan I unapologetically love Jim Harbaugh.

“Hotlips, you blithering idiot”

F that, there needs to be a stigma for suicide. Unless terminally ill, you SHOULD feel like suicide is wrong. Normalizing it is idiotic.

Glad I’m not the only one who saw it that way. Real hardcore teammate move in that instance. Those post-hit scraps aren’t always brutal, but to protect a guy that’s down on the ice like that you’re leaving yourself open to getting one in the jaw. Granlund deserves a pat on the back.

Nah, the Finn Granlund (#60) actually reacts first. He steps over Larson’s head to prevent anyone falling/stepping on it. While also using his entire upper body as a screen in which to prevent the tussle from veering back towards Larson.

“I don’t know the club or the coach but I’m sure they’ll be really up for it.”

If you’re response is “I follow plenty of foreign leagues and understand the pressures of finances and continued relevance” then you don’t understand how this sport works in other countries in regards to this tragedy.

These teams often are, not part, the fabric of communities.

The ref must be one of these hyper-sensitive Millennials I’m always hearing about. 

With SAT analogy skills like this, this must be the OSU honors college.

Agreed. The joke should have been “Michigan girls are heavier than the metals that contaminate Flint’s water supply.”

To be fair, there are few goalie drills for “caught high in the box alone on a world class forward after your right back leaves you high and dry” scenarios.

Karl Gotch smiles from Valhalla.

#mandatory

Everyone! Smoke a joint and sing “Hallelujah” tonight. Then wake up, smoke a cigarette, throw on yesterday’s pants, sit in a windowsill and drink an espresso while writing a poem about love and the absurdity of life.

Rabona enthusiast, actually.

+1 Madbulance

My peak LiveJournal years were like 2002-2004, way before the sale. I once received an accusatory email from the site’s founder after people called their office yelling my username into their voicemail. The halcyon days of youth.