“I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to help you.”

Christ what did they do to the forger?

It’s neat, how King, his journalistic brethren and NFL organizational types will get all lathered up about football passion, but insist on ultimate fairness, restraint, and a willingness to give second, third, fourth, fifteenth chances based on unimportant stuff, like, you know, beating the hell out of people off the…

Dallas should punish him by suspending him 6 games.

.So...did the guy who caught the ball survive that pile on? I mean holy shit...

The Gators radio call? No, no, no. That’s not what we want. We want the Tennessee radio call.

Yet more evidence of ESPN’s liberal, left-wang coverage.

This is a professional communicator?

If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, you can’t call it a duck because calling something a duck is worse than walking around with a yellow beak and quacking all the fucking time.

That ratio is headed to some spectacular places.

It’s like if the rules for the board game Clue stated that the game ended when all of the facts (criminal, location, and weapon) were revealed, but you weren’t allowed to state them together in a declarative sentence. In fact, if you did, you’d be automatically disqualified and then publicly raked over the coals by a…

Highly encourage everyone to read all of his tweets tonight. Even more insane than this one

What? Just what the fuck?

I’m just here to say that I’m stupid enough to think I could do some of this.

I haven’t hit the play button yet, and I’m already injured.

I’m sure this is all well and good for him, but if he really wants to make the Olympic Ski Team, might I suggest he practice skiing instead?

I would walk in the door, see the course and walk right back out.

I bet Eck still has a bunch of cocaine stuck in his mustache from way back then.

Ugh. Typical glory boy. You play for the name on the FRONT of your jersey!

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