Oh, you lovably chaotic Lions. Like the drunk toddler of the NFC North, you stagger into the coming season. No sense of what you're doing, where you're headed or why you're screaming. Don't ask why. Just enjoy the dance. Because I am not a Lions fan, and because their players no
Quarterback intends to buy the entirety of the City of Detroit; unsure what to do with remaining $130 million
(Puts on Vince Mancini hat, dusts off Armond White’s seminal work, “Ethnic Frisson: Pretentiously Overbearing Pontification in Mid-Pre-Post-Modern Cinematic TruthBombing”) I am continually fascinated by Detroit in the context of movies. It’s now a tired cliché of dime-store film school refugees and bored-as-shit-on-a-film-junket directors to talk about how New York City is
"We know everything there is to know about choking" says five-year veteran.
"I really wanted to fuck up my chance to make a real difference with a great team," says the newly-signed Baltimore Raven receiver.
No time for love, Dr. Jones- let's get right down to it. BRING FORTH THE ACCUSED! PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA CHARGE: Indecent exposure With apologies to WhyEaglesWhy. Can you hear it? Can you hear the low, menacing rumble, like a thousand Peter Kings' stomaches in an Acela™ Quiet Car? That's the sound of the City of
Invitation seen as an olive branch to woo back lucrative Hobo Demographic lost after Tomsula firing.