Welcome to the (Barely Televised) New EPL Season!

As you know, our friends at Foxy Footy hoisted the trophy last season. Without exception, every single media outlet and independent prognosticator (that I have come across, anyway) sees a season of retrenchment at hand. In short...a return to dull normalcy with the heavy hitters dominating at the

PICKING A WINNER!

Hey. I'm Fronkenshteen. I found the old place when Deadspin linked to a KSK post. It may have been an NFL Dance Party gif spectacular, but I can't quite remember. I happened to be on KSK the day everyone posted their goodbyes and left, and quickly followed you guys over

Pointless EPL Weekend WOO!

Huzzah FOAR Foxy Footy, your 2015-16 English Premier League champions!! Thanks to Chelski rallying from a 2-nil halftime deficit to draw Spurs, the title race is over. So...now what? FUCKALL. That's what. There's the race to the bottom, but annoyingly enough, the Barcodes have by far the easiest schedule and thusly

EPL Weekend, To Cure What Fer Ails Ya

The Commentist Politburo got to talkin' ailments this week, what with Culinary Legend Yeah Right's knee getting all fucked. This is the true essence of life past 35 (the "injury/ailment" Maginot Line), you whippersnappers. Shit just blows on ya. Perhaps even whilst one sleeps. No activity