It’s nice to see tennis catching up with cycling and soccer in the “Dirtiest Sport Centered in Europe” contest.

Or just put your hands on him without actually hitting him. The play ends, you avoid the flag, and the Broncos begin the next play several yards further back than last time.

It’s also a veteran move to tell the media you meant to fall down.

What idiot called it an astronaut quarterback commencing hostilities on the lunar surface and not war-on-moon?

Haha, yeah, that’s the Oscars, always giving the awards to obscure, snooty art films like Titanic and Gladiator and Lord of the Rings and Braveheart.

You can’t stop dirty sports from existing. Unless you replace all the players with robots (God willing!), there will always be the risk that players will get caught up in the moment and lose control.

P.S. If that's really what you think the Vikings deserved to lose

Any Iron Maiden that came out after Live After Death is hot garbage compared that which came before.

Flesh and Blood is awesome. It’s a Paul Verhooven film, so you know there will be titties. And titties there are. You’ve got Rutger basically playing “himself, but medieval”, a peak-of-hotness (i.e. right around Fast Times) Jennifer Jason Leigh (whom Rutger rutgers in a hottub), all sorts of Hieronymous Bosch-like…

“Note the pesudotouristy picture that I took in this weird, wild, forsaken, barren wasteland that’s home to hundreds of thousands of human beings!”

“The Beach Boys Were Fucking Stupid”

“Stopped by Detroit (up from Texas) and picked up Kid Rock’s Badass Beer at Eminem’s Eight Mile Road.”

Sees new posting from Drew... Celebrates inside.

Him: “Picaboooooo!”

He was a dynamic offensive threat that changed the National Football League and inspired guys like Aaron Hernandez and Rae Carruth. RIP.

And I thought the strongest reactions to the Rams leaving St. Louis were posted this morning.

Wow.

Whenever the End Times come, we need to make sure we save Antonio Cromartie for re-population purposes.

I get the sentiment of it sucking to lose your team, but in the case of St. Louis isn’t this basically just like being pissed at your wife for cheating on you, when she cheated on her first husband with you to begin with?

But enough about what Big Ben likes to get up to in public restrooms, how’s he gonna get ready for the game?