The contrast between pro and college football coaches is striking. McVay can recall specific plays, but Art Briles can’t even remember the names of the players/sex offenders on his teams…

“...in the double-shooting sleeve, late-stage Melo getup”

Russia outperformed the sum of their talents and showed that they’re very much not frauds as long as we pretend they don’t have a sophisticated doping program.

It’s not actually that hard. If you believe that a pitcher should be credited for his fielder’s work when that fielder makes a putout, then why should the pitcher be absolved of his fielder’s failure when that player makes an error?

He will be bringing a handheld PA and microphone to his local Chili’s during the lunch rush. He made flyers for the self-arranged event using MS Paint, and has stapled them to several dozen phone poles around Bristol, CT.

If I could come back as one athlete, it would probably be Ronaldo during the 1998 world cup. 22 years old, dominating the best players in the world. Making tons of money. And a beautiful Brazilian girlfriend that the camera would cut away to every time he made an incredible play.

Three sure things in life: Death, taxes, and anything written by Billy Haisley is going to be dog shit. Jesus man.

So I assume he told the guys in his own dugout not to score anymore? I mean, it was in exceptionally bad taste to keep scoring even after one of the White Sox pitchers collapsed in the dugout with a ruptured intracranial aneurysm, right?

Sensitive babies need the most attention!

“I would have drilled Henry Rowengartner between the numbers if he yelled ‘pitcher has a big butt’ at me” - Justin Verlander, allegedly

If it’s good enough for our prez it’s good enough for a ball throwing fella.

This is a really relevant story.

I only got ejected once in high school but I preempted it. Summer league basketball I (clearly, come on) got fouled and no call. Of course the whole gym goes silent for whatever reason and I yelled—screamed really—what the fuck! in the general direction of the ref. I didn’t even wait for the whistle. I just walked out…

Rendon’s been asking for it throughout his entire MLB career by intentionally being a quiet, genial player who typically exchanges pleasantries with 3B and home plate umpires and catchers and base runners who reach third while generally playing gold glove-level defense and occasionally bumping up against MVP numbers…

Anyone who doesn’t get it deserves an atomic wedgie.

You’re *too old* to get a joke about an event that happened seventy-three years ago? Damn.

Who is this even directed toward? I’ve never seen anything but fascination for this dude.

Good hustle.

A little boy could have homered off a pitch that fat, man.

Gabes, ranked: