1991. Boyz n the Hood.

That's a very good thing—few things scream "1990s" more than purple as a uniform color.

This year's worst six teams have an average winning percentage of 17.45 percent

"I beg to differ."

To gross me out?

I laich this comment

20 rounds? You have got to be jokinen.

Siragusa sounds like a dump truck of gravy being poured onto a mountain of mashed potatoes.

Dear Watt, I wrote you but you still ain't calling

He also has the most adorable domestic violence charges against him.

Bring it on Tarantelli, i'll be waiting

Hochuli said he differentiated between the crown of the helmet and the hairline. The crown is the top of the helmet. The hairline is the top of the forehead.

Now Christie's hopping on the Cowboy's Bandwagon? Seems like every year this team finds a new way to collapse.

It's pretty pathetic when athletes think they know the law. They should stick to what they know best on the field.

A very serious oversight.

Breesus Christ, King of the Drews.

Garden of Weeden

"Darren. Darren. Buddy. You don't have to ask for "one easy win," okay? That's implied when you pick her up at the corner."

Roger Goodell Doesn't Know What's Going On