wittylibrarian
wittylibrarian
wittylibrarian

trump was so desperate - is so desperate - to be a sports team owner. It’s an exclusive club of rich (mostly white) guys (with a few gals): membership in that is almost as exclusive as being a US Senator or an ex-President.

...when was the last time USC mattered in college football?

that day N0vember 22nd will soon replace Dallas 1963 as the most traumatic moment of that day in American History. School textbooks will refer to Buttfumble as a turning point in social trends. Retirees from nursing homes will visit middle schools 50 years from now to regale the young about that day as though they

There are times - brief seconds, really - when I feel some sympathy for Jets fans - the 17 that are left - the way I would feel sympathy for Lions fans (and yes I am being sincere about *that*).

Now you guys know how it felt to have Tankers nerfed in City Of Heroes.

Los Angeles is still waiting for a pro football team to show up.

I would beg to differ. The city with the Biggest Count of Florida Man Per Capita is... (checks Fark.com) WINTER HAVEN!!!
or Port Richey.
...maybe Brandon...
Deerfield Beach...?
Okay, who keeps changing the parameters on the grading curve?

you still don’t want to visit there.

Still waiting for the Jags to move to Los Angeles, no wait San Diego, hold on maybe Birmingham, what about Portland guys?

Dear Bears fans:

Is it too late to give input on the Tampa Bay Bucs?

He was a good glove... No. He was a great glove. A maester of the outfield, woven and sworn, and Sworn Brother of the Spauling Watch, ever faithful. When he was born they named him for an outfielder who had retired too young, but though he lived a long long time, his own life was no less heroic. No glove was wiser, or

She Blinded Me With Science didn’t win?

BELIEVE IT, BRUV.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHECK TO MAKE SURE.

Yeshh although I still pine for Hayley...

Either Jack-Jack is a Jack of All Trades or a Wild Card Jack.

Better have Kida or the deal’s off.

ZZ Top!

Look at that photo of the monster stalking the Mets players... the cold dead eyes... inhuman grimace... terrible gas mileage... MY GOD, RUN!