I await the day fans can challenge a shitty pitching substitution.

This seems like a less than optimal storage solution, but I'm no expert.

What do you suppose goes on behind closed doors when a public figure meets with Jesse Jackson or Al Sharpton after scandalously uttering the N-word? Does Jackson even say anything or just walk into the room with his hand held out, moving his fingers in the universal "pay up, asshole" gesture? Or is there some sort of…

I will fight every non-virgin at this Comic-Con, bro.

1980 Camaro (gold w/spoiler, not pictured here). I paid $500 for it in 1992, and even that was a ripoff. The first time I tried to get it through state inspection I think they laughed and took pictures.

All that money, and yet all he'll spring for is Target-brand club soda.

So I guess we're gonna gloss over the "clever" gimmick of naming the two male characters Twist & Shout?

And sure enough there's a cheap Chinese knockoff of Dora, in the form of the slightly less abrasive (but no less formulaic) Ni Hao, Kai Lan.

Isn't the Tuck Rule still a thing?

There are certain NFL teams that have been bad for so long, it just doesn't feel right when they have some success. Like, say, the Cardinals or the Lions. As a Raiders fan I'm worried that if their suckage goes on for much longer they could join that club. Am I being paranoid?

Countdown until Jason Whitlock Tweets a picture of that notebook page and claims "someone just texted it to me."

Countdown until Jason Whitlock Tweets a picture of that notebook page and claims "someone just texted it to me."

Adding to the embarrassment was the revelation that Te'o placed dozens of calls to 867-5309.

He wasn't getting in anyway.

Oh well. Smell you later, NFL.

Woj was just fascinated by the aurora borealis localized entirely in Te'o's kitchen.

I dunno, he still gets plenty of people to pay attention to him, watch his show, etc.

"We are not a society that tolerates people who are both successful AND are jerks about it."

Vote for Jose Canseco or go fuck yourself!

Don't Trust the D**** in Apartment 2B