You are either badly trolling, or a terrible human being. Possibly both.

I want to throw out a line here, but I’m too lazy and/or dumb to get any further than “something-something the devil is in the details something-something.”

It makes plenty of sense, or certainly as much sense as sports fan-dom makes generally. I live too far way to go in person, and booing/cheering in my living room would be stupid. But to the point: while he was a Nat, I disliked him as a person, but would appreciate the abilities, when they were shown. But I never…

All that “HR Talk Live” aside, I’m a little envious. I’ve had a countdown clock to when I’m eligible to retire since it was over 2500 days. (725 as of today, thanks for asking.) And I can’t remember the last time I truly and fully enjoyed going to my job.

Because he’s the douchey-est of douche-bros?

You know what? You tried, in that post. You didn’t fight down the impulse the whole time, but you tried. And that’s something.

Scientific research, or getting to hang with cats - makes no nevermind to me.

Belichick is probably *losing his mind* right now, because someone else beat him to a way to manipulate the rulebook. He’s probably sacrificing a virgin torturing a child in his dungeon going over the rules with his assistants even as we speak.

Seriously, Gisele - it’s time to get a new burner account.  We’re onto you.

Re: the dog. “Bleeds the household efficiency dry”?? Dude, you live in a house that has kids in it. You’re AUTOMATICALLY behind any alleged “efficiency curve” it might have had. Source: every household, ever.

I grew up in the DMV, but because my folks were contrarians, and we’d lived there for a while, I grew up cheering for the Cowboys and just HATING the Redskins. Even after I fell away from supporting any one team, and just watched football, I never stopped cheering AGAINST the Redskins.

Well, shit.

I’ve always liked the Funbag. But it’s getting harder and harder, thanks to the conflicts involved. And you’re not helping Drew, with an article like this. It’s something that needs to be told, but knowing what it’s doing to people during the game, after the game, and YEARS later - does this mean the game needs to go?…

He saved you from getting ripped, really, because turning down grilled cheese means you have no soul.

Even still, that feels unfair to dirty Walmart bags everywhere.

Don’t a lot of Ivy League sports teams suck already? Aside from fencing and lacrosse, say.

Following pee smells to your death?

Listen up, America - this statement:

Every chance I get, man.  Every chance I get.

That’s fair.  But if you don’t mind, I’ll send all the “hands are part of the bat” guys your way, then.