Old People Are Good Fuel for Bonfires

  Old people suck. They should be returned to the earth so we can grow tastier carrots and potatoes. Old people are fucking up my neighborhood, and imposing their outdated, cranky views on young couples and their kids. It started at an HOA meeting – dreadful punch and cookies, not a drop

Angry Dad – Who is this bastard?

They fucked up. Yup, the Gods of DFO decided to let me write a regular post. There’s no going back now. Like Hunter Thompson wrote, “Buy the ticket, take the ride.” So what’s this ride about? Angry Dad is about my experiences as a middle aged father of three living in a world

Your “A Bauer of Hours Until The Draft” Wednesday Open Thread

I assume the face most GMs see in their dreams the night before the draft is Jack Bauer. It is a nightmare, naturally, as the GM slogs through the dank, polluted streets of their town, running uphill through mud, having to take the stairs since the elevators just don't work, trying to

Diary of a Panic Attack Pt. 1

Sup, kiddos. I used to suffer from the occasional panic attack episodes (meaning 1-4 over the span of 2-3 days) every year, year and half growing up. I didn't know what they were, nor did my parents ever really see fit to have it looked into. It's not their fault; I

CrimeBeat!: Thirty Days Has Smarch

Oh god. The nightmares. The craving. The soul-crushing emptiness for those of us who do not Sully Ourselves with thoughts of Lesser Sports. The Bleakness walks among us, fellow pilgrims. It's another month until the draft. Another goddamned month. There is precious little relief in sight. Unless Will Fuller does the

Roger Goodell Has A Quiet Day At The Office

345 Park Avenue, New York [Roger Goodell is sitting alone in his office in a massive black leather desk chair, humming the NFL Red Zone theme music as he fills out paperwork. For once, the curtains are open and the sun shines brightly into the usually gloomy, marble-columned office. The intercom

Down the Rabbit Hole with BoS

Yeah Right's air guitar post led to this.  So, if you have anyone to blame, it's him. When I was growing up in the 80s, I was incredibly lucky to grow up in Los Angeles, where I was exposed to many forms of music all reaching at that time what many

NFL Disintegration

There is a reason this is being posted in the middle of the night.  Now, to get the full experience, follow along: Light a black candle Light a clove incense stick Turn the lights off Hit Play on the YouTube link below and scroll in time with the lyrics Oh I miss the kiss of