Magary in a Stan Rizzo costume was my first thought, hand to God.

Right? At least I know I can trust her to look at the big button and be like... “Yeah, better not,” instead of, “Well, they started it.”

It’s like being seized with the urge to laugh uncontrollably at a horror movie, isn’t it?

Hot to death, man.

American Pharoah makes you want to believe in reincarnation. If you’re absolutely awesome, you get to come back to live like this for your reward.

Klopp is wonderful. I don’t even like Liverpool, but my god, is this going to be a fun time to watch this league. There’s going to be some real competition at the top in the next few years, and nothing could be better for the league in particular and the sport in general.

A-Rod in 2016: Rubs one; out.

Further confirmation that the Inquirer lost its fastball years ago.

This looks good as hell and I can’t wait to try it.

Because misery loves company.

I do think so Tim.

Not a huge fan of the Clips but I will always support stomping Plumlees.

Hey, now that’s been a while. Good, creepy stuff.

“Anyway, you’ll remember this.”

Ezra Furman. Lousy Connection. I don’t know about the eggs.

One more! One more.

Wouldn’t it be the grandest irony if he were unseated by someone named Judge, though? (Not gonna happen, but wouldn’t it?)

Right? That’s an intimidatingly high level of adequacy, there.

Ffffff...what?! No, man. That’s dumbass football opinions.