Update (10:15 p.m. ET): Now, more than three hours after the game was scheduled to begin, they’re finally getting things underway. Some delightful tidbits:
Update (10:15 p.m. ET): Now, more than three hours after the game was scheduled to begin, they’re finally getting things underway. Some delightful tidbits:
This is fucking fantastic.
The thing about shit-talking Waiters is that sometimes they spit in your food.
That company’s stocks are going to have a Ard’time recovering from this fiasco.
I already love dogs. I don’t need another reason to love dogs. But when dogs tackle children, that love soars even higher.
Giving the schools the ability to block any sort of transfer, that is otherwise legal, is absurd.
Heathens. At Coors Field you are only supposed to drink Fat Tire.
Keep it up Tim. The Sox apparently feed on your feed.
Oh for fucks sake Charlie Strong is one of the few people in college football who doesn’t seem like the scum of the earth. One who actually takes the idea of helping players grow as individuals seriously. This is a judge in Florida. If Strong is the first thing out of south Florida to have caused you shame, either…
It’s good that Judge Taylor (who was apparently addressing Coach Strong as if he were actually present in the courtroom and has players not recruited by him under 24-hour surveillance and wearing magnetic boots on a metal floor to lock them into place) lives in a place where having a USF diploma has caused her no…
I agree that college (and the NFL for that matter, shit) football has a lengthy history with unethical and disgusting behavior, but this seems an awfully lot like a principal scolding a substitute teacher for the behavior of a few kids in class.
Taking credit for a picture he didn’t take, at a marathon he didn’t run.
That’s some A+ Stolen Valor, good sir. I’d salute you, but...well, you understand.
I mean if you’re going to Snapchat yourself doing a bump of coke at least have the presence of mind to use the whimsical dog filter.
That’s a classic White Sox acquisition line: a veteran pitcher from an inter-division rival that pitching coach Don Cooper thinks he can work with to squeeze a season out of. Sometimes it works... for a little while.
Everyone who generalizes is, without exception, an asshole.
Bicycle kick on Deadspin, “Yeah right!”
It wouldn’t be a Haisley article without a factual error.