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The reason to throw Daniel Jones into the fire now to see if he is either a complete bust and they need to draft a QB again this year or he was just drafted a round too early and can make his rookie mistakes in a lost season.

I’ve never done that anywhere I’ve been, including the time I got caught on tape doing exactly that.

Do you know the intricacies of diagnosing dementia?

Probs not. But hey, take your stars. That’s the important part brah.

Corona, like Heineken, isn’t really cheap beer.

To give his should some rest, Tyreek’s son will now be taught how to kick-box

Everybody in Boston thinks they’re Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting when really they’re Matt Damon in Team America: World Police.

1. The highlight of my high school track career is running a ridiculous 10.08 100m on a shitty track with shitty shoes at state. I was a jumper and was generally the “we need a sprinter” guy for relays, so there’s no way I should have clocked a legit time for a HS amateur. I remember it because I came in fucking 8th;

I played HS baseball and thought about trying to walk on to my D-I team. I played on a summer league team with a bunch of guys who were at colleges I’d literally never heard of, and the difference in their level of natural ability quickly put that thought out of my head. The ball just jumps, whether out of their hand

A backup guard from my college women’s basketball team, who was probably 5' 8", joined us in the rec center gym for a pick-up game. She would cross you over, pull the ball back between her legs and drop a three pointer before you could think about getting a hand up. Any D-I player has a level of natural athleticism

I have a cousin who married a guy trying to make it in pro motocross.  From what her dad told me, only like the top 10 riders even manage to turn a profit.  So hopefully this adventure is short-lived.

I met Jeff Bagwell at an event the year after he retired. He was working as a roving instructor for the Astros, and I was asking how many of the guys he was seeing would manage to work their way to the big leagues through force of will. I mentioned my mom’s favorite players were always the scrappy guys covered in dirt

Reminds me of watching MotoGP with a newly minted race fan, and he started talking smack about one of the backmarkers. I said, “Yeah, but you also have to realize, that dude is clearly one of the 25 best motorcycle racers in the entire world right now. He’s not gonna win a championship, but most humans can’t even sit

Derek Anderson is a god in Scappoose, Oregon. A god.

During the NHL lockout in 04-05, I got to play a pick-up game that (unbeknownst to us) included Professional NHL Goon: Gino Odjick. He was a “3-4min per game who was basically only there to fight” type of player. I was a 6'4" 260 pound defensemen who had played briefly in the ECHL as an emergency call-up roster filler

In high school, I played a pickup game with a guy who was dead last on the bench at South Florida (I don’t even know if they were D1 then).

Awwwwww the starters go to gentleman’s clubs. It’s nice to see they care about their image so much that they’ll go to a club where they can learn proper etiquette and manners and all the other requirements and responsibilities of being a true gentleman.

Im good enough,

It also isn’t a genuine act of contrition. It’s that thing that assholes do where they state “I’m an asshole” so that the next time they act like one, a part of your brain says “Well, I shouldn’t get too upset. He did say he was an asshole.” As if that’s an excuse. 

Of course, fans can boo. But also, people are entitled to call you an asshole if you do.