Kyle Broflovski was right: For those of you that don't know, The Cure has been in Australia playing their album "Disintegration" from beginning to end as part of the 30th anniversary of its release. Since they don't want to play the same show EVERY place they visit this year, they are live-streaming
Holy Bananacakes, Batman! That was (mostly) fun, eh? I say mostly because I swept my early afternoon #HAILGAMBLOR, with dominating $50 ATS wins by the P*ts (boo) and the Bearistocrats! (yay-ish), along with a thrilling $60 ML win by the Pylons that be Striped. But I also learned what it felt like to score
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBZ7AfZR9xs (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 sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh a-and sixteen! Fooooor the city of losing teams, Cleveland. Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Fooooor the city of losing teams, Cleveland. Oh and sixteen! Oh and sixteen! Oh and
INT. CLEVELAND BROWNS BOARD ROOM, WEEK 14 -- 6:25 A.M. Chief Strategy Officer Paul DePodesta knocks once and enters through the doorway. The room is occupied but eerily quiet for a Thursday morning. His coworkers, General Manager Sashi Brown and Coach Hue Jackson, quietly greet DePodesta as he grabs a chair between
EXT. CLEVELAND BROWNS ORGANIZED TEAM ACTIVITIES – BEREA, OH Roster mastermind Paul DePodesta watches OTAs from a golf cart in the shade near the practice field. As players run drills and scripted non-contact plays, DePodesta focuses his attention from prospect to prospect, timing the ladder drill or counting the steps of a dropping cornerback.
Wait?! Why am I writing a Thursday Open Thread? That must mean... Oh no... Dear God... The offseason is partially at hand! What horrors await? Why: Three months of "...and the Browns are on the clock." Six months of waiting for training camps to start. Eight months until the Browns are eliminated from playoff
Oh men. MEN! I apologize, from the deepest cockles of my heart, for the no-doubt-emotionally-devastating wasteland that your lives have been during the prolonged hiatus of CrimeBeat! But fear not, sinners, for the Right Reverend is here to give you succor. (Note: sorry for the format- doing this from my phone