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Salvatore Corasaniti
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“When this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious shit.”

These are takes that mainstream sportswriters—good sportswriters, smart ones—are putting out there in the Year of Our Lord 2015. All of them are rooted in the idea that Gloria Govan is in some way still Matt Barnes’s domain, that Derek Fisher was breaching protocol by not considering Matt Barnes’s territorial rights.

As if being led by a person whose nickname is Sepp doesn’t have enough mob and mafia connotations.

So the main lesson to guys like me:

You do not want to make an enemy out of me.

“Dismissed” seems too nice for a shitcanning.

Jesus and Cutler:

“Oh. Duh,” she says, echoing my thoughts entirely, “Okay, I’ll take the crispy chicken salad with extra extra ranch” she concludes out of nowhere.

Join us on the tea side. At least our caffeine source will be around during your crisis. :)

“Leading from behind,” strip clubs, and Mike Huckabee: creating an indelible mental image you’ll never be able to escape. Sorry.

COTD. Comment of the week, even.

That horn though.

Probably; but I would love reducing it and placing it over ribs with a tangy bbq sauce.

One: You can cook with it, making Scotch pecan pie and stuff. Is there such a thing as Scotch pecan pie? No? I would eat it regardless. Secondly, you can use it for mixed drinks. Just toss some bitters and something sweet in there, and you can probably drown out the flavor to the point of it being tolerable.

He campaigns for the right to bare arms.

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but very rarely do protests and half-nude dudes mix well.

The NRA has already nominated this ref for its 2nd Amendment person of the year.

CPAC 2016 advertisement: March 2-5, 2016, God help us.

I’ll prep the cannon.

One without an extradition treaty, preferably.