That ending was shockingly, hatefully awful. I need to have a drink it was so goddamn bad.

My first thought was that they look like Calvinosaurus skulls...or ghost Birdos.

I didn’t crunch the numbers, but wasn’t the chance of the kicker missing a 41-yard field goal comparable to the chance of fumbling the football in one last offensive play?

Of course, he’ll call this #FakeBoos...

Fantasy Player Who Deserves To Die A Slow, Painful Death

Not to harp on it, but his call of the Philly Special was even worse.

[Spits tobacco juice] Well partner, I reckon I’m too busy cleanin’ my six-gun to bother with all them coarse words!

Whelp, time to build a new stadium.

Agree—Joe should be most angry at the fact the Broncos started him.

That was a transparent effort specifically calculated to cut the booing short/lessen its intensity.

*chefs kiss*

He’s edgy, he’s “in your face.” You’ve heard the expression, “let’s get busy”? Well, this is a guy who gets “biz-zay!” Consistently and thoroughly.

What matters most in his life is that he shall not harm a human, or by inaction allow a human to come to harm.

He can fill any crevice in an NFL pancake with warm, earnest syrup, a metaphor I now regret.

It’s too bad this wasn’t recorded after Game 2 of the World Series. You could have talked about Smoltz’s weird personal war against Halloween!

Been a minute since we’ve heard Dom’s sweet, smoky baritone pipes!

Fuck yes she can next question

Then she’ll have it.

Bregman DEFINITELY catches that ball if the Astros had fired Taubman.

After all those years keeping Stephen in bubble wrap, the Nats finally determined that the best packing material is two warm teammates.