The NFL should be embarrassed. Scouts thought he’d be a real winner ... until he decided to be proud of who he is. Suddenly he’s not good enough to play in the NFL?

Jail time, right? C’mon. Jail time. That’s fucking assault and battery.

Is this perhaps his way of showing solidarity with the Lifetime Television Channel?

Florida? Again? There should be a sub-blog somewhere in the Gawker-verse dedicated to shit that happens in Florida.

Hossa: “You want me to autograph it for you?”

“I mean, at that point you react in the moment and try to get it in.”

Futbol! Where the injuries are fake, but the fury is real!

Imagine my faux mask of horror. And now, “Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! Aaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha! Good job, Bull! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Absurd.

I had enough disappointment last night. After arriving home from the Bulls game I flipped on Clippers vs. Rockets and while it was close early, it got out of control quickly. The Clips were up by 15 by the time I stopped paying close attention. Cursory glances at the TV afterwards revealed a burgeoning lead and I…

You should get 10 seconds shaved off your time for each somersault you can drive away from.

Wow. It’s a fucking game! I could understand if we were having actual Hunger Games, but this is absurd.

Could he have been any more conspicuous? For an added flourish he should have twisted an imaginary mustache and cackled maniacally with his eyes open as wide as possible.

Hahahaha! While watching this game, I turned to a family member who doesn’t follow sports and said, “Look closely. Look at him. Do you see him on the floor? He looks like he’s in a lot of pain, right?” She replied, “Yeah. Wow. He looks like he hurt his ankle real bad.” To wit, I replied, “Oh, yeah. He’s totally fucked…

Really? So if you’re coaching Paul Pierce and he’s 1-6 on three pointers and in the final minute of a game you’re losing by 20 points, you’re still going to have Pierce on the floor?

C’mon, now. You never really get to know a person until you watch him play his star 46 out of 48 minutes a game.

Could they possibly find two people more stiff than these? I think not. They both look like they lost a bet in the PR department. Yikes!

Greenberg’s opinion seems to hinge on how Cleveland’s chances nose-dived after his final turnover. Typical way to not see the forest for the trees. It was pretty clear to me that James was gassed by the 4th quarter—after chasing all five Chicago players around on defense all night.

That’s what MLB deserves for declaring you can no longer block the plate!

Are we sure this isn’t Gollum? I mean, what the fuck?