If steroids are what it took to kill that mustache dead, then it was all worth it.

It’s been like this ever since he started drinking that brain and nerve tonic that Artie Burns gave him.

First I go home and make love to YOUR wife 

This is why I ref 10 and under at my local Y. Ejections. Nothing, absolutely nothing, feels like ejecting the little punk when he looks at you wrong. Raise an eyebrow, you’re gone son. Dad screaming bloody murder from the sideline, take a walk kid. Someone has got to teach these kids a lesson. Sometimes life is cruel,…

This is clearly some form of weird Stockholm syndrome holdover from all those years on those suck-ass Tigers teams.

Amir Garrett’s that friend you’re happy you have but you kind of wish wasn’t your friend.

Really, you just need to look at his background to see where this stuff comes from: