A Rational Response From A Patriot Fan

FACK YOU! FACK YOU! FAAAACCCCCKKK YOU YOU FACKIN' FACKS! YOUAH AHLL JUST JAHLOUS OF GREAHTRIOTS NAHTION! WEAH SMAHRTAH, TAFFAH, HAHHAHDAH THAHN THE REST OF YOU FACKS! [dips entire can of Skoal Wintergreen] [[spits juice on passerby seven-year-old wearing a Yankees hat]] THESE WARLD WIDE LEADAH FACKS OWAH NUTHAN MOAH THAHN GOODELL CROHHNIES HIHHAHD

HOLY SHIT BROWNS

The Browns just suspended offensive line coach Andy Moeller for an “incident” over the weekend. The Factory has officially shifted production from Sadness to Despair.

DFO Radio: Do Your Worst!

Last week Monty This Seems Strange to me took over Request Line, and for some inexplicable reason decided to collect requests for the worst songs ever.  As such, I do not expect anyone to have much interest in listening to this week's edition of DFO Radio, but these airwaves won't...uh...broadcast themselves,

Your 2015 Jacksonville/London Jaguars

You know, when the Jaguars make the eventual move to London, it will be a VERY smooth transition.  The locals will already be familiar with a product that pretends to be great but inevitably breaks down, costs you an arm and a leg, but which you will support because it's

Balls of Steel’s AFL Beat – Round 23

The regular season is over.  The finals are here.  We got one of the two scenarios I detailed last week, but how we got there was not as expected, which is what I love about the AFL.  Who will host the trophy this year?  Read on! Welcome To Balls of Steel's

In Which We Rank The Best Food And Alcohol Pairing Combos

All the worst things in life for you always taste the best.

We did it! We survived! College football is back! The NFL preseason is over! It was a long, hot summer, but football is here, and like you, I can’t wait to get fat and wasted sitting in front of my TV for hours on end this fall. As such, besides

Enemy Of My Enemy: Honchos On Brady Decision

At a Washington DC office with Rooms to Go couches and light yellow walls with pictures of socialist ideologues scattered among Hall of Famers. A phone rings: Camille: NFLPA headquarters this is Camille how may I—sir. Sir! Mr. Goodell! Via Very Smart Brothas Roger Goodell: Dee. DEE!!!! Goes to door, looks at numbers