So the Roadrunner's a dick, right? Wile E. Coyote has some issues of his own, no argument. The ancient Greeks wish they had come up with a hubris myth as simple and powerful as Wile opening an ACME box. But the Roadrunner is the real villain of the series. Weird Al Yankovic
Bye Week Updates
Bears at the Bye
INT. DFO PRODUCTION OFFICE – DAY A pair of sleazy Hollywood producers are taking a meeting. One (DARKEST TIMELINE ZACH MORRIS) is seated at his desk with a bottle of Apple brand glass cleaner and an Apple brand lint-free cloth polishing his Apple Watch while the other (RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY) lays recumbent on the
Black Panthers at the 2018 Bye
Offseason QB Interviews! Seattle edition.
49ers Bye Week: So Uninspiring You Probably Didn’t Notice We Weren’t Playing
What the fuck do I even say? What even is there? It’s not as if our team has just been beleaguered by injuries (*hands Beastmode a tissue for his tears) or some other catastrophic accident, our lackluster season has been the culmination of systemic and repetitive organizational ambivalence and ineptitude.
Look Left, Look Right. You’re All Cut. The Colts Bye-Week. Why Did I Click This?
By now, you've read a great many of these bye week updates. All with an unique style and approach. Bravo and much praise to my colleagues for creating such mirth and merriment. I had intended to have some kind of off-kilter oddball opus of my own to contribute to the
Bye Week Roadtrips 2017: Pt IV – Carolina Panthers
[Interior, Night, Somewhere in Baltimore] JJ Fozz and tWBS sit at a bar drinking. Heavily. As they feast on steamed crabs... ...and down beer after beer, the news comes on the TeeVee box over the bar.... ...In what's being called an intervention from God, we're learning now that Joe Flacco has been found.
Blabbing About Sports in the Underworld: Jets at the Bye
May the Cycle Melt: Raiders at the Bye
Where am I? What is this place?
Bye Week Roadtrips 2017: Pt III – Baltimore Ravens
[Exterior, Day, A Highway Rest Area Somewhere in Virginia] It is a cold, crisp autumn day. tWBS sits huddled on a bench, shivering against a stiff wind, waiting patiently for.... something. His phone begins to ring. tWBS: Ah dammit. tWBS fumbles into his pocket with fingers which are stiff and numbed from the cold.
