They are the anti-Raiders.

The Spurs

Without A.J. Green, the Bengals just entered the competition.

Could be worse. They could be the Chargers, who are exciting, but fucking awful.

Dude, dude, dude...

How are the Lions doing? Their coach exudes dull to the point I can’t bother to check.

Eric Berry is fun to watch... 1 for 22

Houston? Chicago?

This is the right wing, in a nutshell. I’m so sick and tired of hearing how they give a fuck about the people of this country and how it’s the evil elites on the left who are the real villians. The right care about power, holding power and using it to fuck over as many people as possible before they lose it. Fuck…

This is great. The asshole who lives behind me kills squirrels with a pellet gun, they fall into my yard and my dog eats them. Instead of throwing the mangled carcasses into his yard like usual, from now on I will just fling them into the spokes of his stupid ass recumbent bicycle thing he rides. Yeah.

Protected? What, did they cut a deal with the Insane Vice Lords?

He didn’t attend his grandfather’s funeral—the same grandfather he once called before every game.

Rodgers is a transcendent quarterback who is forgetting about his family 50 years ahead of his peers.

“I’m also taking this action for the benefit of all parents and families, who may be facing the same violation of their rights—”

“I want to destroy you for your own good. Why can’t you see that, you ungrateful little shit that I effectively disowned.”

Anxiety Monster: this woman is not your friend. She is your abuser. It is OK and normal for you to feel love for her, because that is what abusers do; they exploit the good impulses of their victims (that’s you). Otherwise, they wouldn’t have anyone to abuse. You wouldn’t stick around for it.

That’s just “conservative humor”. It’s almost always mean-spirited with plenty of misogynistic, homophobic, xenophobic jokes.

Paterno probably could have avoided the injury had he not been too busy looking the other way.

Oh HELL no. Good for you standing up to him, the jerk. Along the same vein I was downstairs the other day getting coffee and a guy who works in my building was standing next to me and noticed the safety pin on my shirt. Our only interaction up to that point had been nods in the lobby, etc. He smirked and said, “Oh…

This is really sad, and I feel like an asshole for vilifying him when his game wasn’t there.