And I looked back and saw only one set of footprints in the sand, and I asked God, “Why, when I needed you most, why did you abandon me?” God replied, “No, Antonio, it was then that I carried you. Because you cryogenically froze your fucking feet. This was one month ago! How do you not remember this?”

Broncos. Tonight. 10:20 PM EDT. Oakland. Be there, or don’t. At this point, what difference does it make?

No, but I sure as hell would pay good money to watch him try

You know how they name diseases after famous people that had them? (ALS is “Lou Gehrig’s disease.” I’m pretty sure AIDS is named after Tom AIDS, the guy who had sex with that monkey.)

“Dolphins head coach Brian Flores declared on Friday, ‘I have a good team.’”

The Raiders Have No Idea What To Do With Antonio Brown

Proposing a ballot measure that if Miami goes 0-16 no member of the 1972 Dolphins can ever drink another drop of champagne. 

Bitchin’!

These commenters didn’t choose to be bureaucrats, that’s just how almighty Jah made ‘em.

Technically correct is the best kind of correct. 

Their potential certainly had a ceiling under Glass

I know exactly how Andrew Luck feels. I mean, I don’t have a degree from Stanford or a bunch of athletic ability or millions of dollars or a super-high IQ. But I have been booed by people in Indianapolis. And my boss does a lot of drugs.

I’ve always thought I could recognize a kindred spirit by the red marks on our foreheads. 

Ray Ratto thinks every time a team wants a play reviewed, it should have to pay $1 million in cash on the spot to a local charity, or take the call it got and shut up about it.

Disqualified from international hockey.

The Defenechstration of Houston

So, the Dolphins. 

Getting back into a baseball game after you’ve already exited the stadium? That’s the very definition White privilege.

“It’s Uuuuge!”

*kneehilist