I have an uncle who lives in Alaska and has an outhouse. In the winter, shit in the outhouse freezes, eventually forming a stalagmite. Every few weeks he has to go out and chip off the top of the shitagmite with an ice axe because it’s emerged from the top of the hole and poked him in the butt (remember, it’s pretty…

Spatulas aren’t free.

Bankable prediction: strasburg will throw 8 2/3 perfect innings only to be pulled with an 82 pitch pitch count. The cubs ball boy will then jack a walk off homer on the very next pitch, and Jonathan papelbon will choke a Smirnoff ice light

Roasted broccoli is life-changing.

You just described all sports everywhere. Everyone remembers the elite teams, everyone remembers the perennial shitters, NO ONE remembers the 24 teams in between outside of their homers.

You didn’t think this one was great? I had low expectations because I could care less about the Broncos, but I thought it was fan-fucking-tastic.

As a born and raised Packer fan, I agree with you on every front good sir.

No one is asking the obvious question of what the fuck they were doing in Northern Iowa at a bar called Sharky’s Fun House.