This wasn’t a problem back when ESPN was televising tractor pulls and Aussie Rules Football and the World Badminton Championship. But no. They just had to go big time, didn’t they, with their fancy shmancy “major league baseball” and “NFL football” and “hockey played on ice.”

There’s not a single fucking alliteration in this fucking article. No “crafty cagers from Cleveland.” No “Raptors rebounding rodeo.” None of that. Not once. Never.

Only unwatchable for stupidass douchebags like you.

Isner has made it into the Top 10 a couple of times. He’s won 10 tournaments. He’s made 3 Masters 1000 finals. You don’t do that by being just a serve robot, you stupid fucking cunt.

Fuck the Tar Heels.

Simmons is a smug, overrated, self-absorbed douchebag who made a career out of repeating the same old tired shit about Boston teams, his pal Sal, his trips to Vegas, his Dad, his wife, his celebrity buddies, etc. etc. 

Hey, check it out: another Hate Duke article. By another unimaginative fucking fuckwad fuckhead fuck.

Who gives a shit. They’re just a bunch of fucking dorks anyway, amiright?

Bloody rubbish. All respect to Barcelona but PSG were horrendous to lose this match.

There are two reasons John Thompson Jr. turned Georgetown into a national power: Patrick and Ewing.

Love Fed, glad he won the Aussie. But I still say Rafa lost that final more than Fed won it. Up a break in the fifth, and he gets broken twice.

My-King Johnson.

Dude smoking the cigarette was the star of the show.

Nobody said journalists are heroes. That’s your imagination talking to you, or your desire to be waaaaaaay out in front of the story in case anybody does start calling journalist heroes.

And if it turns out to be a good trade for Sacramento everyone who initially questioned it will come right back here and admit what stupidass fuckwads they were. AmIright?

You know when Westminny and the G-Dawgs hook up it’s on like a pot o’ neckbone. Truth.

What Peter King doesn’t tell you is the interview actually took place in a Denny’s off the interstate, and that Tom Brady wolfed down two orders of Moons Over My Hammy and three or four Dr. Peppers, followed by a caramel apple pie crisp.

I can see how winning 14 major titles and countless Masters 1000s would make you want to switch coaches. Rafa probably needs to hire a new trainer, though.

I’m guessing that a lot of people do hate their jobs, and only do them because they need the money. A whole, whole lot of people.

I have to believe this guy is not dumb enough to refer to Venus as a “gorilla” on national TV, in 2017.