And you better believe this fucking guy is going to be called Trubinsky for the next 3-5 years (he won’t get a second contract) by a fan base the still calls Alshon Jeffery Alshon Jeffries (fanbase still unaware Jeffries is no longer on the team).

First Sunday in December:

Also, Giraffe Neck and the rest of the Bears QBs.

I think the fact that he does not know or even care who the QB of the Jets is his exact point.

He did a commercial where the beef jerky he ate would rain down upon a tiny, shrieking Stephen A. Smith living in his digestive cavity, so don’t tell me about sponsors, Richard.

Oh. My. God. It’s his head!

Come on!

The Bears did that for me.

If you bet on the Jets to lose, they will manage to win just to spite you.

They should do an on-court suspension, where he has to just sit on the court and think about what he’s done.

Looking like a damn unopened Pokémon ball.

He ignored the guy three times but it finally got to be too much. This won’t be the last time he would’ve been better opting for a quadruple bypass.

Unfortunately for the Cavs, he’s a master of disguise.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so proud to be so shitty.

I passed my glove off to my dad to go get one of those mini-helmet sundaes at an A’s/Brewers game 30 years ago. There was a funny vibe when I got back to the section... and then a family friend told me that pops had caught a foul ball with it while I was gone. He just held it up and grinned. Motherfucker.

Let’s not overlook the complete lack of hustle or effort from mom in this situation.  

Geezus kid, have some perspective and get over it! It’s not like your Dad caught the ball, fell over a railing and died!

Wait, we’re not going to bag on the lanky doofus for spilling his $12 beer? Because all he had to do was transfer it from his left to his right hand, and he messed that up too.

I mean, I could almost buy this if one of his wish-list destinations were not Minnesota.