Somewhere John Edwards stares sullenly into a beer.

Call him “Seedling,” because he just got planted.

I’m a Caps fan, and yesterday for kicks I went and read every single Washington Post article I could find about the Caps final playoff game beginning in 2008, when they first made the playoffs with Ovechkin on the squad and lost in the first round to the Flyers in 7.

To Barry’s credit, this is by far the worst season in the history of the franchise, so he was at least right about that.

The better the Boba Fetts do, the worse I feel about my Sabres. We’re now in the “fuck the tequila, pass the turpentine” stage of Lousy Management Depression.

“Horton, Here’s a Poo!”

that is some sad second grade sh-t there.

Now is the right time for an openly gay NHL player. Just to play chicken with Marchand.

When asked why he was kicking the swans, Mantella replied “It’s my cygneture move.”

Deadspin: The Dodgers had their shots.

So this is a weird story.

Rest in Pizza-Pizza

His name is Jason Pierre Paw.

You misspelled “Browns.”

This is the Cubs year:

As another perpetual single this is something that I’m dying to know as well.

“It’s the simplicity of the error that should make you appreciate that these kinds of things don’t happen more often.” - husbands

Jesus, I wish the Cowboys would just cut bait with this guy and move on. Too bad he’s the owner.