Guten Tag, drones. Most of us here, in fact likely all of us whose screen names don't rhyme with, uh, with, um, uh, 'Breadshirt,' yeah, that's it! are old enough to remember when ESPN first came into public consciousness, largely through showing things like weird sports like rodeo, strong man competitions,
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Many football lovers would like to tell you we're in The Doldrums (I love that phrase for some reason) as far as news/observations are concerned. But they didn't account for me, your scrappy poster that has dredged up some crap that we may perchance talk about. Flotsam & Jetsam: -Speaking of Jetsam,









