I used to leave Sileo’s show on the radio at home during the day for my dog and cat. But, sadly, on the third day I came home and they had both perished in some kind of murder-suicide pact by somehow filling the tub with water, jumping in, and then knocking the radio into the water, as well. It was the damndest…

When I saw the headline my first thought was Messi holding a finger up to the reporter’s nose.

Again Deadspin buries the lede of, “He gonna yam on you!”
That is now forever in my lexicon.

Go fuck yourself

Well that was just weird.

It was a crap call. He wasn’t touched until after the ball crossed.

I was on that flight. Here is my Verrit code:

Yeah, well, you can’t go around being afraid all the time. I mean, if I let my fear control me, I wouldn’t have asked one of the most popular girls in 6th grade if she wanted to ‘go’ with me. But I muttered the 6th grade version of ‘fuck it’ to myself, and asked her, and now look at me! 35 years later, still scarred…

no way this is awesome.

True, but that’s because George has no end-game. By the end of Dance, there are so many story lines going in so many different directions that it’s hard to see how they ever come back together. I think “predictable” conflict is always part of the final acts because you have to reach the caboose of that train…

FUCK YES!!!

I don’t blame you for not seeing that was a totally different person, because honestly that whole act was a real mess. I had absolutely no idea what was going on at all, with all the quick cuts and flickering lighting and blood spatter.

It sure looked like that goalie could have made the save...

And now for a ridiculously dumb story that you shouldn’t bother reading:

If CR7 was coming to MLS he’d demand a new rule be drafted for CR7 size contracts.

They absolutely are. But they are also infinitely better at deflecting that divisiveness onto their opponents.

ghosts

someone needs to hold this dude close to their chest and shush in his ear while assuring him his dick is normal and probably works ok

I stand by my assertion here. His game calling with Flip Caray during the Cubs’ Dusty Baker era was heroic.

“He reportedly wants $9-10 million per year.”