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Eli, you're a punk. I never thought someone could make Elway look classy, but at least he didn't have his daddy come out and draw a line in the sand for him. I got two words for you. Joe. Theismann. Open up your leg and say "AAAAUGH!" Pat Tillman is dead and you're still drawing oxygen? Waste of flesh. You are not bigger than the game, I don't care what your last name is.
That said, thanks for bringing a buttload of future draft picks and Philip Rivers to Sandy Eggo. You've accomplished your purpose in life. Now leave.
The ads for the Draft Hats are the funniest things I've seen in a while. They ease the pain.
Bruins eliminated. Celtics all but. At least the BoSox are beating up on the Evil Empire. Oh, and if anyone knows of a decent relief pitcher between the ages of 17-50, please deliver him or her to Kauffman Stadium, Kansas City, Missouri.
Also missing: the Colorado Avalanche. C'mon, guys. I know it's San Jose, but it still counts.
Sheryl Crow is dating Lance Armstrong? Gah.
Almost sports: the Doonesbury strip this week got a little intense. Initially the big news was that we'd get to see B.D.'s hair for the first time, but in the same strip we also see he's lost his leg below the knee. Garry Trudeau quickly adds some slight levity before running the strip that got left out of many papers, then the tone gets lighter again, I guess as much as possible. Of course, the big question is how losing a leg will affect the character who's always been identified by his proximity to sports and testosterone in general. Used to follow Doonesbury religiously and am now about a decade behind. I'm not going to kill myself filling in the gaps, but yeah, I'm interested.
But this doesn't belong on the same page as Mark Trail, Mary Worth, Rex Morgan and the Family Circus. We don't want to give the Gray Panthers heart attacks, now, do we? (Wait. Don't answer that.)
That said, thanks for bringing a buttload of future draft picks and Philip Rivers to Sandy Eggo. You've accomplished your purpose in life. Now leave.
The ads for the Draft Hats are the funniest things I've seen in a while. They ease the pain.
Bruins eliminated. Celtics all but. At least the BoSox are beating up on the Evil Empire. Oh, and if anyone knows of a decent relief pitcher between the ages of 17-50, please deliver him or her to Kauffman Stadium, Kansas City, Missouri.
Also missing: the Colorado Avalanche. C'mon, guys. I know it's San Jose, but it still counts.
Sheryl Crow is dating Lance Armstrong? Gah.
Almost sports: the Doonesbury strip this week got a little intense. Initially the big news was that we'd get to see B.D.'s hair for the first time, but in the same strip we also see he's lost his leg below the knee. Garry Trudeau quickly adds some slight levity before running the strip that got left out of many papers, then the tone gets lighter again, I guess as much as possible. Of course, the big question is how losing a leg will affect the character who's always been identified by his proximity to sports and testosterone in general. Used to follow Doonesbury religiously and am now about a decade behind. I'm not going to kill myself filling in the gaps, but yeah, I'm interested.
But this doesn't belong on the same page as Mark Trail, Mary Worth, Rex Morgan and the Family Circus. We don't want to give the Gray Panthers heart attacks, now, do we? (Wait. Don't answer that.)