You forgot to mention San Diego. We’d love to have an MLB team here.

Peter Laviolette  is a goddamned national treasure 

Poking fun at a guy in rehab. Weak.

He’s one saucy, silver-haired widow short of a Cialis commercial.

There’s also the significant fact that half of San Diego are transplants who have no interest in the local baseball team. So the target demographic is really much smaller.

That game was the hockey equivalent of the first ten minutes of Saving Private Ryan. I can’t be the only one who was hoping for a third OT period.

The fact that he said “I think” would make slander an uphill battle.

Life is hard without Auto-tune

Detroit might be experiencing some buyer’s remorse after watching New England’s putrid defensive performance in the first half.

That’s the best approach I’ve ever heard on what has to be the gravest crisis in international sports.

The “Jeter Effect” is now in full force. Look for Trout to go to the Orioles for a single-A reliever and a carton of Almond Joys.

The fact that you draw a distinction between rubbing your penises on each other and sexual assault only underscores the underlying problem.

I get so angry with my dogs when I see shit like this.

Until that play I was open to the possibility that the Browns had suited up as the Texans.

This is nothing to joke about. I’m quite concerned by the gravity of the situation.

Still working through the fact that he is lecturing his daughter about using drugs while standing in the street and holding a hammer.

I’m big enough to admit that I pictured something very different after reading that headline.

This is turning into the plot of “Major League.” Pretty soon, Jeter and the Las Vegas showgirl owner are going to take away the team plane and make them travel on a rickety old bus.

No doubt he got hacked. Probably by one of the porn sites he was surfing.