The selfie stick, the greatest self glossing tool you can have. So easy to use even toddlers are using them. Michael Irvin should take a fucking lesson from them. As if this whole pre draft bullshit isn’t painful enough, you have to be subject to a HOF receiver struggle to work this simple tool, while the soon to be rookies fumble their words, in an attempt to spit out their cliche answers to the softball questions the Irvin’s of the world lob at them. Hey Mike, if you can have the nickname, “The playmaker”, at least be able to handle the selfie stick like you handled opposing DB’s. Step yo game up, selfie game gotta be stronger then that!
Each year the NFL Draft becomes bigger and bigger. The NFL, after-all, is the biggest sport in this country with a cult like following. However when is enough, enough? The red carpet coverage two hours before the goddamn draft is the most awkward 90 minutes you can find. Here is a drinking game that is sure to get you all sorts of fucked up, take a drink after a parent or athlete says the phrase, “It’s a blessing”. For fuck sake, can SOMEONE come up with a different line?! ANYONE?! We get you are insanely lucky and have probably sacrificed a social life and have dedicated your life to this thing, but can’t you expand your vocabulary other than these three words?
MLB Network’s Bill Ripken couldn’t make it off air without losing control of his fucking flatulence. The far less successful brother of baseball’s all time iron man, Cal Ripken Jr., lived up to the first three letters of his last name and threw some filthy cheese right out of his asshole. Look at that face, you know this guy is a seasoned vet when it comes to dropping bombs and crop dusting the shit out of innocent bystanders. They say it’s hell getting old but I can’t excuse you on this one, Billy Boy
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October 2016
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