Yesterday I encountered some of the Barstool gloating and planning over on Twitter and aimed towards you, Barry, and was wondering how this would be handled.

We’re (literally) all Barry Petchesky

“Your father being a sportswriter, is there a lot of shame in that?”

The medium rare conversation always reminds me of this clip from Frasier.

Oh, it turns out the doctor was his mother, and the reason she couldn’t operate was she had puked and pissed on herself.

Thank goodness somebody made this about Boston.  Good job.

Or he could start Jameis and let Khalil Mack and the Bears defense solve the problem for him. 

Fun fact! Passer rating isn’t the only QB stat in which Fitz ranks second in the league.

NFL on QBs: “Tackles must break the laws of physics or you will be penalized.”

a bunch of children on hand at the Please Touch Museum

Cautionary tale: Youppi goes to Kensington and this is what happens.

“It’s like you’re a very healthy 80 year old. You feel good, you’re slower than you used to be, but you’re doing OK. But, you know you’re going to die relatively soon. Statistically, it’s inevitable. Time comes for all.”

I don’t know about you, but I ain’t doin’ shit even as we speak!

These shirts serve an important role in society: They easily identify people you should avoid talking to at all costs.

I bet you regret getting the Japanese symbol for “I can eat 50 eggs” tattooed on your left arm, huh?

At least he was able to fulfill his childhood dream of being a conductor on a train.

Guess he was really amped up after the win.

Way to fuck up the Browns draft position, Mayfield.

What a shit show 2018 is, and I know the Browns winning one game isn’t much, but I dig it, and it made me happy, and that’s what we want from sports.

Charmin’.