Well that was a waste of time. It happens every year. I try to maintain my expectations but no matter what, when the NBC music comes on, my feet start tapping wildly like Restless Leg Syndrome is a real disorder. I always think it’s going to be like Christmas, and it is, if it was during the Great Depression and your mom couldn’t get out … Continue reading I Need To Stop Getting Excited For The Hall Of Fame Game
What did Todd Gurley in 3 years and Brandon Cooks in 3 months do that Aaron Donald couldn’t do in 4 years? You’d assume a team that’s trying to really turn into the skid of tinsel town with their stud head coach and GM who should be a L’Oréal hair model would try to keep the best defensive player in the league. You might say … Continue reading Whose Dick Does Aaron Donald Have to Suck To Be A Multimillionaire?
It’s been months since Dez Bryant was kind of surprisingly let go from the Dallas Cowboys, and he still hasn’t signed. That’s ridiculous, right? I know that people love citing how many drops he had last year, I know his numbers haven’t fully justified his contract, I know he’s become more of a prototype asshole than a prototype receiver, but if the NFL has proven … Continue reading Where In The Hell Is Dez Bryant?
The one thing that has been more clear than DeAndre Ayton going 1st overall to the Phoenix Suns is his motivation for doing so. Money, and lots of it. In the last few days, Ayton has justified his signing with the titan of 80s apparel, Puma, as “Just trying to get paid,” (don’t quote check me) and voiced his opinion that success in the NBA … Continue reading DeAndre Ayton vs. Laremy Tunsil: A Tale of Biased Persecution
This morning my friend texted me saying that the last 72 hours have proven to him that the NBA is the king of American sports. I’m sure your friends have done the same. I’m not projecting anything on anyone here. On the off chance that I am doing that, just take five minutes out of your day (if you’re a slow reader) and read the … Continue reading The NBA Is Not King No Matter What Your Friends Tell You