You’ve really got to stop trying to fuck Cousins like that.

Boy, is Allen’s face red.

“...his story was a hefty embellishment, chalked up to some combination of booze and immaturity.”

“A man, has arm. Hey man, have fun. Nice throw.” - Richard Patrick.

The press tour is a disaster.

I hope a little perspective from a current Wolfe County resident would be appreciated.

After the game, Lester said “that the Pirates really came after my booty today.”

He really let all those tourists down today.

On the upside, Lester had the fried chicken and beer in the clubhouse spread all to himself…

You continue to miss the point. The system in place fails at its own justification. BOTH the max contract and the salary cap contribute to a situation where less desirable destinations are unable to meaningfully distinguish themselves to players. Keeping either or both basically hamstrings teams like Utah from being…

Nothing stops the richest owners in MLB or the English Premier League or La Liga from doing that, and those sports are doing pretty okay. In any case, I’m not arguing that getting rid of the cap/max/draft (abolish all three!) would be some utopian solution. I’m simply observing that none of those three really deliver…

Utah: Imagine Buffalo...now take away most of the alcohol.

Ladies, a word of advice. If you would be his sixth wife, he is either cursed by a Gypsy or a really terrible husband. No life insurance and don’t eat/drink anything he brings you.

I hope he ended his address of the jurors with a tearful “that’s my quarterback” 

When you love trophies like Joe Lacob does, no amount of money is too much to spend.

Even if an individual player wanted to leave money on the table, players unions are NOT fans of players taking less money than market value. It gives owners leverage over players across the league in the future, and sets a standard for salary depression.

Barring a sudden rule change, as long as they’re comfortable paying that luxury tax, they’ll be unstoppable, and competitive balance will be fucked.

In Stephen King’s The Dead Zone, Johnny Smith is in a coma for five years. Imagine, if you will, going into a coma sometime during 2012 or so, maybe even around the time everybody thought the world was going to end because of the Mayan calendar — and waking up now. You’d be all excited the world didn’t end, but only…

We’re all watching a predator at work.

I’m watching Predator at work