Of course he touched him.

Aaron Hernández isn’t in the game specifically for his crime. He’s not the “man charged with murder” he’s the “football player charged with murder”. You said in the sport and these guys still represent the sport even outside of the game. If you want to say active players then sure I guess.

I think all this shows that the players don’t even know what the rules are. You see Burfict and several other players indicating that he hit him with his shoulder. I see this in every game one of these “defenseless” receivers issues comes up, where the offender thinks because they use their shoulders they can target…

Porter definitely drew it but in no way did he instigate it. Hitting a coach is still a personal foul, idiot.

I’m a Steelers fan and still don’t know how to feel about this win. It’s kind of like taking advantage of a person with a lesser intellect. Ah, who am I kidding ...fuck you you dumbass Bengals! I love it!!!

Look, I’m sorry. I really am. But here’s what I think:

Marvin Lewis is getting fired for this.

Ok, the Shazier hit probably should have been a flag but this was outright criminal.

Honest question. If they there was no TD, is the celebration penalty still valid? Without a touchdown there was nothing to celebrate and it’s just random dancing.

His last gift was screwing up the Niners draft position on a meaningless win.

He’s demonstrating how the thermite was placed.

“I’ll just show myself out.”

“Dusty, how would you address the Chapman situation?”

if you were to make a composite image of every gawker comment every, it would probably look something like yours.

I get the anger, but it’s just a game. Wishing a mass shooting on anyone is fucked up beyond belief. You should be ashamed of yourself.

Didn’t Rivers play an entire AFCCG in New England with a torn ACL back in ‘08?

Yeah, this is the only correct interpretation. Fumble wasn’t his fault at all.

He was strip sacked because Greg Robinson can’t play tackle in the NFL.

Was the only defender at the start of the season. No idea anymore. It’s all sadness.

Go home Norman Dale, you’re drunk.