They’re from Minnesota. They go to the Big Apple and suddenly have the chance to eat real food and they lose focus.

I have no faith in the Twins to beat the Yankees. Something strange happens to them when they have to play New York. It’s maddening.

I think I can speak for Baseball fans everywhere when I laugh and point at the Yankees’ misfortunes. Here’s to them getting their butts kicked in the ALDS by the Twins or A’s.

> asking “was Eli Manning actually any good” is actually an incredibly stupid question

Yeah, he had high expectations of based on his name, which caused people to overrate him when he was playing well, and then trash him as worthless when he struggled.

I would say it’s very questionable whether he was actually good. The guy finishes with a career 60.3% completion rate and a 116-116 record, both completely average. Led the league in interceptions three times en route to 241 of them, never broke 70 QBR once in a single season, hasn’t had a double-digit win team this…

I mostly remember him for making faces like this:

I will remember Eli for four things:

He lasted these last few years as the starter primarily because of the organizational and cultural defects that define the Giants, a team that reveres good and bad traditions equally and holds a grim patrician stodginess as its central ideological tenet. They didn’t want to change because they never really want to…

Just in case it doesn’t make it out of the greys, I’ll post it here:

Now I kinda want to get a picture of me in that pose (or slap my face on Darnold’s) and then change “Mononucleosis” to whatever ailment I’m suffering from that particular day so I can email that in to my coworkers when I’m not coming in.

I cannot stop staring at that graphic and want to applaud whoever over at ESPN decided to use it here. Just the epic nature of the pose while everything else is happening.

The worst part was the 15 yard penalty Brees got for roughing the pass rush. 

Don’t worry, guys.  I found a matching thumb donor.  From one Drew to another.

Maybe his conversion therapy buddies can pray him back onto the field sooner.

hurt, suspended, or in Cleveland

Dude’s changing his last name to “Uzzi” now, on account of him showing the world that he has no nards.

Our shenanigans are cheeky and fun, their shenanigans are cruel and tragic.