So you’re saying we can do with only five talking heads on the Sunday NFL Countdown instead of thirty?

How is it that the failure to not report any of these sexual assaults not a criminal offense? Or if it is, why have none of the parties been subject to prosecution? Seems like if you really want to send a message to athletic departments, you really drop the hammer on these guys. But Baylor is like “Alice in…

Pirates were also involved in the only rainout in a domed stadium.

Holy crap, that old dude can actually sing. I just hope I don’t see him on Dancing with the Stars next season.

I fully expect Fitzpatrick to one day come riding onto the field behind a dogsled team.

You shouldn’t be surprised about the walks. I mean, look at his strike zone:

I’m pretty sure that’s a handball.

I was in Austin probably 15 years ago and was coming down the elevator of a hotel around 6:30 am to go for a run. As I reached the bottom floor, the doors opened, and Merle Haggard is standing there with some woman, both three sheets to the wind. Merle slinks in before I can get out, and he looks me over in my gym…

Vontaze Burfict nods, straps on helmet, clocks Jeff Miller

Crater Helmet
The Anteaters
Kill for a Thrill
Maroon Joy Ride
Destination Nowhere
Seal Beaters
the Butthurts
Cosmo Riders

Great. The Rockets don’t seem to have enough players who throw up errant three pointers and not play defense. Maybe they need more bodies for the “hack a Drummond” defensive strategy.

So Trump gives speech, blows up in face. Got it.

That coach is a real butt head

Now how will Bill Simmons drag himself out of the bed every morning?

“While many teams will flag Nkemdiche’s arrest as a character flaw, someone will probably take him in the first five picks.”

No one cares about a mid-table team. Now if they could just do everyone a favor and tank themselves into relegation, that would give us all something to cheer for.

Funny how she mentioned how she hates being pitted against some other singer, and then you pit her against Taylor Swift.

I guess if things don’t work out, you can always eat the peppermint tires.

Isn’t Holly Anderson at Grantland? I’ll guess her, since no one else has.