I have to say, “He no longer enjoys a ribeye” is not a rape defense I saw coming.

Or as I’ve said elsewhere, the turd doesn’t fall far from the asshole.

Um, maybe he should meet the father of the girl his son raped and then let's see who feels like this is a fair verdict.

I get that, but it doesn’t apply in this case. He’s crying because he got caught trying to rape someone, and probably because he’s still drunk. Let’s not extend empathy to this kind of man. Men who cry when hurt, frustrated, etc., just like we do? I would never make fun of those men. Men who cry when they have to face…

Sadly (and I really hate to say this)...I don’t think he has special needs...I think he is just from Wisconsin

Frankly, this is refreshing when you consider that the normal course of action for a superior in dealing with the misdeeds of friars is to simply cover them up.

Ron Fowler realizes that he has a lot of catching up to do, it will take a lot of hard work, effort, and gamesmanship. But, he has a long way to go before matching Dean Spanos as San Diego’s biggest sports douchebag.

Talking shit about a player you’re trying to trade is a bold strategy, Cotton.

Ken’s conscience is telling him it doesn’t want to be poor.

Me on Ken Starr:

Couldn’t have happened to a more repugnant piece of shit.

I feel kind of bad that this gator is becoming national news, because for sure some wretched asshole will now go kill it.

My wife and I got into a big row one time and she stormed off to the spare bedroom. I guess I’ve seen too many Will Ferrell / Judd Apatow movies, so I thought sending her a dick pic (which I had never before done) would change the mood, and she’d scamper into my room wearing a scanty nightie chuckling “Oh, you!!” and…

Don’t forget Hunter.

Sure, in 1993. Now they’re called Riley, Chase, or Carson.

“How come the next words out of that coach’s mouth weren’t, “you wouldn’t believe what I just saw, I fucked Jerry up and I’m going to the cops.””

When the cops show up and find the bloody and bruised, barely breathing body of an old fucking rapist and ask what anyone saw, the answer should then be, “Not a damn thing."

Well, SMU DID cover up the murders of 5 dead hookers.

This wouldn’t be so surprising if the media hadn’t cherry-picked that Sally Jenkins interview and taken Paterno out of context.

Those hoofbeats you hear are the legions of PSU homers coming to defend Saint Joe’s honor. (I’m persona non grata among many of my fellow PSU grads because I dared to ask them if they would be so forgiving if it happened to one of their kids.)