Tessitore seems to take the term “announcer” too literal. The way he speaks, it feels like “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage.... Third and 7 from their own 36".

Social Media is to the 1st Amendment what the AR-15 is to the 2nd.

I won't argue "sport or not sport", but higher stakes and audience enjoyment bodes well for CaBKYOItB.

If the country stay on the same trajectory as Idiocracy, I’m really looking forward to the halftime video of the grandsons of these dullards playing a game of “Chug a Beer, Kick Your Opponent In the Balls”

Seven years ago, my then 10 year old stepson wanted to be Kanye West for Halloween. He asked whether he could put make-up on his skin. Knowing the answer was “fuck no”, I did what any good father would do; I threw on a black sport coat and jeans, sunglasses, and bought an all-black Yankees hat. We “Whitened the…

I always fondly remember Baines because I opened my first pack of baseball cards in 1986. I excitedly thumbed through it for greatness and thought “Harold Baines. White Sox. ***reviewing the back of the card*** He’s not Alan Trammell, but he is good. Probably gets into the Hall after Trammell. Right around the time…

Camping World? Sounds like he's skipping Senior Day.

I’ll never forget when he had no problem dispatching the Insane Worrier at Exciting Hour, but he couldn’t beat Karate Fighter.***

Cut him too soon. He's just cultivating mass.

Genius move. He knows he will get called for the foul if he makes a traditional defensive play.

Ah. Got it. As a Lions fan, I can’t take a perceived slight on the only guys we’ve ever had.

Are you saying Barry Sanders and Calvin Johnson were exceptional but not generational?

It seems like all the actual evil people are going to split votes and somehow Simmons is going to win. This poll is poorly conceived.

I’ve put enough time and money into this team that I’m married to them, and rationalized that the glory of a Super Bowl will one day make it worth it.

He's so money....but he probably knows it.

You don’t need a bigger toilet for your monster dick. Stand on your tip-toes or a phone book or whatever when you piss, tuck your penis back into your sock (or wrap if around your waist, or throw it over your shoulder—to each his own) and awkwardly walk away.

He was literally the first guy in the discussion...yada yada yada....Steve Nash is on the team.

A real roshamboner.

The bar is low in Michigan.....THERE IS LEAD IN THE FUCKING WATER.