Tunsil never played for Nutt - of course it is Freeze that was cheating. Are these reporters that stupid?
Tunsil never played for Nutt - of course it is Freeze that was cheating. Are these reporters that stupid?
well, at least you and the tournament judge that noticed they were wearing black underwear.
Athletes throwing shade during the opening monologue is the only reason to watch the ESPYs.
A. The Bengals are actually pretty good now
Anthony “Tony” Whitehorn is the most British name I have ever heard.
Stupid, sexy Venom.
Related: I am sick of Vanna White as well.
Detroit has won ONE playoff game in its history. They had no chance of winning a Super Bowl for decades before they drafted Calvin Johnson. They had no chance of winning a Super Bowl after drafting him either.
He lied about a meeting where he was promised Russian-intel about dirt on Clinton and took the meeting.
“Both teams played hard.”
Isn’t he part of the Avengers? I seem to remember him fighting against the X-Men in one of Marvel’s events.
“My mom makes a meal grid.”
Tonight will be the first All-Star Game in 14 years that won’t decide home-field advantage for the World Series (thank goodness)
I loved the optimism from all Knicks fans that say he will “grow into his contract.” I am not saying he won’t - but why are they paying him that much money now?
This is unusual: DeRozan chucked the ball from behind the 3pt line....
That’s the same look Magic Johnson had while watching Lonzo play summer ball.
“Unions are holy - as long as they are between one man and one woman.”
Loria, who almost certainly is going to burn in hell
wait until next spring to sell the Marlins so that he doesn’t have to share five percent of the profits from the team with the city of Miami and Miami-Dade County, whose taxpayers paid for the new ballpark.
So, he supports Trump and thinks Washington needs more Christian values.... Am I on crazy pills or does that not make sense?
You just listen to the old Pork Chop Express and take his advice on a dark and storm night, all right? When some wild-eyed, eight foot tall maniac grabs your neck and taps the back of your favorite head up against the bar room wall and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if you’ve paid your dues, well you…