Houston. Astros. Plonk.

Whitecal Jordan

“I don’t know what this means.”

> “It felt a little bit like we gave in or we felt sorry for ourselves a little bit, which isn’t who we are as a group,” Walton said ...

Prasie for, with a comma? I don’t think I’m parsing this correctly.

Trying to conjure the image of an official at AKRON talking trash.

What the actual fuck is that guy trying to say? No, seriously, not in a, “Boy, that guy’s point is bad” way, but in a more literal, “What the actual fuck is that guy trying to say” way.

Blake Bortles.

I really, really, really, really hate the Steelers, but ... isn’t that pass interference or holding or something?

It just goes to show how very important it is in the NFL to have the right quarterback.

I propose that Houston continue to suck.

I like that your default avatar looks a little like Tennessee’s end zone.

Fruit Ninja, the Live Action Movie

> Shall Jacksonville become a land of no spice?

Isn’t the archetype for Good Bad Pacino actually Scent of a Woman? Hoo-ah!

Group A is hot garbage.

Still remember how joyous I felt as a UVa alumnus Cleveland fan to have Joe drafted by the Cavs.

Should have been a 4-point play and a Texas win in regulation.

Counterpoint: 3 PM allows for a night-time snack around 8 or 9.

It boggles my mind that the Browns only make this list one more time than Colin Kaepernick and Tom Brady combined.