I was just pathetically perusing the old memories and zoomed in on a picture of my family at a Behind the Fence party at Cleveland Municipal Stadium at some point in the late ‘80s.

Condoleezza Rice would be my choice to front a despicable, morally bankrupt operation.
Plenty of experience.

Points to him for not uttering the imbecilic “I could care less”, I guess.

a 27-year-old guy in Vero Beach who was hospitalized with second- and third-degree burns

Man, that’s a lot of manpower and weaponry.

Count me in the asshole group.

I don’t think finding joy in the imagined death of a horrible, racist, sexist, genuinely mean person who goes out of his way to hurt other people’s lives, makes me an asshole. But if it does... I’m ok with being that type of asshole.

White shirt is looking at purple shirt with the expression of we are supposed to take a bullet for this?

“Mr. and Mrs. Eifert, I’m sorry to say that there was some hypoxia in the womb”

“Now we’re just talking about optics instead of actual football.”

“Hazel’s obsession with Hoosiers around the world was a textbook example of a false karass, of a seeming team that was meaningless in terms of the ways God gets things done, a textbook example of what Bokonon calls a granfalloon. Other examples are the Communist party, the Daughters of the American Revolution, the…

I know. I wrote that with tongue planted firmly in cheek and was waiting to see if anyone would call me out on it.

Counterpoint: Fuck you, Chris.

The mayor Ray Lewis fans deserve.

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. I didn’t make it this far in life following your rules.

“God is good, even in difficult times.”

Joe Paterno.

Scare-a-mucci also sounds like a prank the Irish kids played on the Italian kids back in the 50s.

Then by all means let’s get him some and speed this up.