It wasn't supposed to be this way. There are far more knowledgeable soccer doofuses that should be doing this but I volunteered and y'all gonna bathe in my ignorance. Nether Regions/Roger Milla's Granddaughters: Cameroon played surprisingly well vs. the Canucks last time out (or were the Canucks just a little too tight?)
Author: scotchnaut
Your “Raging Semi” College Basketball Game Intro And Saturday Night Open Thread
Your “We Join The Game In Progress” College B-Ball Open Thread
Your “Sweet Sixteen Window Is Closing” Sunday Afternoon College Ball Open Thread
If you're looking for insight, analysis, clues, savvy angles or sober commentary on these games, you've clicked the wrong site. All that malarkey can be found everywhere you look online. How 'bout we fever dream these matchups? (in chronological order) TO THE GAMES! #10 Hawkeyes/#2 Vols: You dream of walking on grass still
Your “‘Of Course I’m Pro-Bowel!’ -Adam Viniateri” Sunday Afternoon Free-for-all Open Thread
Your “We Are All…, You Know The Drill” AFC Champagne-ship Game Open Thread
Your “And Then There Were Only Three” NFC Champeenship Game Open Thread
Your “You Win Some, You Taysom” NFC Playoff Open Thread
Speaking of which, I think we should all take two years off from our current responsibilities and dig an irrigation ditch in Ghana. WHOSE WITH ME? Nobody? Fine then, I'm not going either. TO THE GAME! MOVE BOMBERS/YOUNG SATCHMO'S: Do you want a super-spooky stat that will soil your undergarments once you hear
Your “You Can’t Do That On Television!” AFC Playoff Game Open Thread
Fallout: -T.O. opened up his bridge-burner again and to no one's surprise threw hc Garrett under the bus for having the gall to lose to a superior team. Several wanks were wanked. -Harvey Dahl awaits his inevitable fine and perhaps a flurry of 'random' drug tests(?) for not expressing himself like an
Your “That’s a Face Only a Mother Could Love” NFC Playoff Open Thread
Check out the smashed-into-the-windshield-several-times visage of Blake Jarwin. The toothfull grin that indicates that the keys shaken by the photographer please him. The too-small, beady eyes that have no doubt silently observed more than one grandmother undressing at bedtime. The throat devoid of an Adam's Apple. The sloughing forehead that
