"Good morning, Huey Jackson, it's time to rise and grind."
The Devil's words come penetratin' into Hue's wrecked mind.
So Hue sets down Mike Brown's laundry, cause that's his job these days,
In addition to designin' passes for Andy Dalton to throw away.
"Wake up, Sunshine!" the Devil laughs. "It's time to break
On Halloween night, hours after the doorbell ceased ringing and the post bar-crawl traffic had evaporated, a man sits alone in his Los Angeles bungalow. Digitally penning his thoughts across a host of athletics message boards -- Deadspin, Reddit, Athalon -- he navigates his browser to his true pride and
The Devil walked into the Golden Bull on a rainy Oakland night,
While the lost souls sat and nursed their CTE in the sickly neon light.
And the Devil, he looked around the room at the broken hopes and dreams,
He says, "Is there one among you scum who'll coach my sorry team?
Exterior: Wintertime in a wooded area. A shaky handheld camera pans in a 180 degree view.
Voice 1: "Hey Laura? I think I've got it!"
Voice 2: "Is it on? Have you ever worked one of those things before?"
V1: "Oh geez, it's just a camcorder ya know. Even a little kid can
Eli Manning: Alright Giants, play's a YZ Skipcat. Odell, we got you on this one. It’s a little slant but I’m gonna hit you high so you got time to turn it upfield. We still got third down to pound it for the first then.
Odell Beckham Jr: You got it, Eli.
Sheriff Gonagettcha sipped his coffee, staring silently at the single streak of scorched rubber on the asphalt. He followed its path to its termination in a pile of tangled metal wrapped around a poplar tree.
"Why am I out here again?" he muttered to the State Police deputy who had been
[INTERIOR, BILLS TEAM HEADQUARTERS]
TERRY PEGULA: Thank you for coming in to interview for the caretaker position. As you know, we generally shut the stadium to the public every January when the playoffs begin, and we like to have someone here to keep an eye on things through those cold winter
We come across a man, our main character, walking across the Eads Bridge. His first name is Chris -- last name unknown and equally unimportant. There is no other Chris around and, as he is about to learn, “our main character” may have technically been a misnomer for, you see,
George Berkeley was an eighteenth-century Irish philosopher who's primarily known for his ideas on immaterialism (later known as "subjective idealism"). This idea is that visible objects, even the world itself, only exist in the mind that perceives them. It is certainly counter-intuitive but contains a valuable insight that has been passed on
Gentlemen and ladies- I would like to formally retract my "this year's draft is boring and too drawn out" statements. Not the "drawn out" part, because that remains an Undeniable Truth, but still- that was pretty spectacular. Trades! Surprise slides! TV showing a gas mask in a context other than
In case you missed it, I was in Dallas last weekend visiting a friend and enjoying a lot of this:
so I was in no state to write the AFL Beat. Upon my return, work was crazy busy so my promised mid-week edition of the AFL Beat did not happen.