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Your “Quality Outdoor Drinking Time” MLB Preview (Also I Guess Your Opening Day Thursday Afternoon Thread)

Ah, spring. Birds chirping, not wearing eight different layers to take out the garbage, and the Italian ice stand down the block finally opening.…

We’re back! Hello, and welcome to what I guess counts as another season of House of Pain, or a season preview, or something. I…

Monday morning, Tampa, FL. A car pulls up into the parking lot at George M. Steinbrenner Field. Russell Wilson: Well, here I am, first day…

Editor’s Note: Here at DFO, many of us are not satisfied with the Super Bowl matchup. For some of us, this is because we hate…

It’s a rainy Sunday noonish, and a man with a violin is finishing his teaching for the day. Yes, of course it’s Senor Weaselo, who…

Howdy, lizard people, it’s time for another House of Pain with your friendly neighborhood… hold on, I’m getting something in my fake earpiece. …I’m…

(It is tradition to rise.) Ooooh and sixteen! Ooooh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh a-and sixteen! Ooooh and sixteen! Ooooh and…

JV footy bowl season is upon us, chock full of games between teams you weren’t sure existed, from conferences you’ve never heard of, playing…

It’s about 11 PM Sunday night, and a young-ish man in a suit is driving home. It was a fairly loud gig, so the…

(That was an actual quote by Sam Rosen during Jets-Browns. It was not a power-play goal.) Oh, speak to me, o Muse… because you’re…